MILDRED

PLAINLY IMPOSSIBLE

My fingers were shivering as they lay on the hairbrush. My face was white from washing it in the bathroom and my eyes were slowly losing the rosy colors from my tears.

I applied some lip gloss and found a pair of Jordans to match the dress Enid had picked out for me.

I confirmed my look in the mirror and anyone could have sworn I never shed a tear a few minutes ago. My rosy cheeks were blushing so hard from how pleasant I thought this evening was going to get.

The goddess had chosen to make me happy today. He had chosen to reward my...