Chapter 28: Perfect Picnics Aren't So Perfect

The first thing that I think about when I wake up on Saturday morning is that Juan Riviera just won himself a new jet. The morning sunlight pours into the window as I sit up and stare at the outfit Zelia picked out for me. A simple yellow sundress with white flowers on it and wedges. I’m so grateful that it’s not the pink, poofy monstrosity I pictured. I’m touched that she even thought to add in accessories as I put on the seashell earrings and necklace. I finish strapping on my wedges and take a good look at myself in the full-length mirror hanging on the wall. I decided to go the extra mile and add a bit of real makeup today, my eyelids brushed with a subtle glow of browns and peaches. I’ve never been to a picnic before. Might as well not get too crazy with the eyeshadow. I’ve just finished putting on my lipstick when my phone begins to vibrate across the table.

“I thought I told you not to make us wait,” Zelia yells.