Ciara's pov

"Darling, hurry up! Tyron's already here, they're waiting for you downstairs," Mommy called, as there was a knock on the door.

"Coming, Mommy!" I answered back, quickly opening the door, and saw mommy outside waiting for me. She looks me down from my feet to my head.

"Are you sure, you're okay now?" She assured. Why? Do I look not okay?

"This is already fine, mom. I'll go now," I replied and ran downstairs.

"Ara, finally! We've been waiting here for almost half an hour! Por Dios por Santo!" Jennifer's hysterical complaint greeted me.

Honestly, it took me an hour to get myself ready. It's my first time...