“Yes, we are.

You should wear a dress,” he suggested. “It would accentuate your figure.”

I blushed at this comment and nodded, hopping off the bed to clean up in the attached bathroom. I still couldn’t believe I had my own bathroom. I was so use to having to share everything. Yeah, and now you’re sharing your mother’s husband, I chided myself, realizing again what I’d just done. Growing up, I had always shared a bathroom with my grandparents, but now I had one all to myself. It was decorated with pink sea shells and fluffy pink towels. I scoffed dryly. I guess my mother was paying attention. Pink had always been my favorite color and it was on at least every clothing in my limited wardrobe.

After I showered and got dressed, I met Dallas in the hallway wearing my favorite pink and yellow sun dress. It went down to my knees and matched my brown boots even though they were a bit worn from years of wear. Dallas took my hand and spun me in a circle.

“You look adorable. I think you’ll be fine for shopping. Which car do you want to take?” he asked as he pulled me towards the stairs.

“I can’t believe you have more than one car,” I commented as we made our way to the front. “I like the Porsche from the other day.”

“Porsche it is,” said Dallas.

As we walked through the garage, I marveled at the line of expensive cars. Each of them shined brightly like a star in the middle of the night. I wanted to touch them, but also didn’t want to leave finger prints on the surface of the metal. We climbed into the Porsche and took off, leaving the windows down to enjoy the fresh air. Dallas handed me his sunglasses when he noticed me squinting against the sun. Our first stop was a bustling street filled with shops where we dipped in and out of whatever stores caught my eye. I admired the large selection of tops and jeans, wondering how much this trip was going to cost. Dallas assured me not to worry about the price.

It wasn’t long before our arms were lined with bags, each one filled to the brim with pink tops, low-cut jeans, and brown vests. Dallas even picked out a new pair of boots which I pulled on immediately before heading to the salon. I met his favorite hair stylist named Julio who sat me down in the chair and admired my long strands of yellow hair.

“These locks are dead, sweetheart,” said Julio to my reflection. “The color is gorgeous, but I’m just going to highlight it a bit and take off the rotten ends.”

“Alright,” I said with a polite smile.

We chatted while he washed my hair in the sink, massaging my scalp and practically putting me to sleep. I told him about the farm where I grew up and described the scene in great detail. He responded that a city boy like him would love to see the country. As he cut my hair, Dallas sat in the chair next to the mirror, looking up at me a few times with a bright smile. It was lovely being groomed like this. I hadn’t gotten a haircut in over a year and I felt sad to lose so many inches of hair, but my yellow locks were already starting to look healthier with each snip of the scissors.

The highlighting process took an hour and I fell asleep in the chair while holding a fashion magazine. Dallas walked over to pat my leg.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” he asked as I blinked a few times to wake up.

“It’s been wonderful,” I replied. “Thank you.”

“You’re a sweet princess and you should be treated as such,” said Dallas while rubbing my thigh. “Your mother called and wants to meet for dinner later. Do you like lobster?”

“I’ve never had lobster,” I replied.

Dallas gave me an incredulous look.

“Seriously? You’re too sheltered. We’ll turn you into a city girl in no time,” he said.

I smiled at the comment. I feared all of this luxury might turn me into a spoiled brat, that my grandparents wouldn’t recognize the new person I was becoming. After Julio finished washing my hair, he dried it and straightened it out, revealing my new appearance in the mirror. I gasped. It hardly looked like the girl who entered the salon. The other workers gathered around my chair and admired my reflection. Dallas was the first to say how beautiful I looked.

My new Daddy left Julio a handsome tip and then we walked over to the nail salon where I chatted with the polished women who ran the store. They had been giving manicures to the affluent residents of Hollywood for nearly fifteen years and knew my mother personally, commenting on how lovely she was whenever she visited. The woman who did my nails also plucked my eyebrows, something painful I had never before experienced. I flinched with every pull of hair. She insisted that beauty is pain.

When they were finished, Dallas took me to Sephora where a sales woman applied make-up to my face. I was getting tired from being made up. The entire day was filled with clothing adventures and small talks that were beginning to drain me. By the time she was finished, all I wanted to do was nap, but I brightened up as soon as I looked into the mirror. She had highlighted my cheeks bones with a little blush and filled in my eyebrows, accentuating my elongated face. Eyeliner and pink shadow made my green eyes pop, my lashes black against the tan skin.

“You have a beautiful complexion,” said the woman. “I’d recommended using these colors to keep it up. You don’t need a lot of make-up for your eyes to shine. It’s such a gorgeous shade of green.”

“Thank you,” I said with a wide smile.

Dallas appeared in the little mirror behind me.

“Are you ready for dinner?” he asked.

“Absolutely,” I responded. “Can I change first?”

“Of course you can. You have a whole wardrobe in the car,” he replied.

We excitedly headed back to the car and then drove to The Diamond Mansion where I sprinted up the stairs to throw on an attractive outfit. It took me nearly twenty minutes to get the right outfit together. The bright pink sequin halter matched the black leggings and I pulled on a pair of pumps. I stumbled across the room, gaining my balance by leaning against the dresser. I wasn’t used to heels. My mother walked in them like they were nothing. I had some practicing to do.

In the hall, I pulled my shoulders back and held my clutch, throwing my hair over my shoulders as I became accustomed to the new shoes. I gripped the railing of the staircase while walking down and met Dallas in the front. He had changed from his bohemian look into a silk button shirt and khakis with a matching pair of loafers. His hair was smoothed back. It made him look like one of the cool kids.

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