A few hours before prom, I arrived at Tessa’s house, carrying my dress and heels with me. Once again, I was welcomed by one of the maids in black and white uniform, but instead of heading to my friend’s room on the second floor, I was ushered to the equally large, yet less furnished guest room two doors from hers.
Everything was set up: from the salon-inspired chairs and mirrors, to the walk in closet transformed into a dressing room. I had just finished putting down my things when Tessa came in to see me.
“I figured we need to use two rooms to accommodate the four of us,” she said. “Each of us has an assigned hair and make-up artist and a maid on standby if you need assistance.”
“Wow. Thank you for taking care of everything, Tess,” I said. Taking her offer, Yana and I got included in the home service package she had availed. Not only that, but she also offered to give us a ride to the prom. What an angel she truly was.
