Honey, what's the occasion? Why are you so dressed?” Audrey's voice echoed in the room, as she walked into her daughter, Tiffany, checking herself out on the mirror stand.

Tiffany glanced at her mother and smiled, “A party.”

“A party?”

“Yes mom, I got along with Brent's friends, so they've invited me to a party.” She smiled, doing a final touch to her make up.

“That's sweet to hear. Aren't you dressed too much for a party or is there….?” Audrey eyed her suspiciously, her lips curved up with a teasing smile.

Tiffany, who seemed to understand what her mom was hinting at, broke out in laughter. “Oh mom, stop...