"Babe, are you almost done?" Grayson whined for what seemed like the tenth time. "You're taking forever!"

"I'm sorry, but make up takes a while to put on," I told him.

"I don't know why you're wearing make-up," Grayson muttered. "You look perfect without it."

"As much as I love that compliment, it's the Halloween dance," I reminded. "Make up is a part of it."

Grayson snorted. "So lipstick and all that stuff is for Halloween? Weren't you wearing make-up when you visited me in the hospital? I never knew that was Halloween."

"You know, the more you complain, the longer it will take me," I said turning back to...