THIRD PERSON'S POV

Andrea sat in front of her mirror, a curling thong in her hand. She wrapped a bulk of her in the opening of the hot machine and pressed on it, letting go of the hair afterwards and the waves bounced on her shoulders.

She was preparing to leave with her father, he promised her that they would go to the city today and they could do anything she wanted. Andrea was elated and excited that she could hardly contain herself, occasionally giggling when she conjured up images in her ...