"Look at the two of you," she said, dabbing a handkerchief at the corner of her eyes as she gazed at her daughter with her best dress, both looking stunningly beautiful in their gowns.
"Mom! Stop it!" She rolled her eyes in slight annoyance. "There's no way you're as emotionally wrecked as you were on my debut!"
Clarisse who was listening in the corner giggled.
"Shush! You cannot blame me for being like this. I still can't believe how time flies. I still have this image of you as a young girl and I thought you were going to be that tiny for a very long time but then, look at you now! I don't think I can get back that little girl anymore. I'm having a hard time letting go," she sniffed once again, hitting Clarisse's arm who snickered at how dramatic she was acting.
"Should we just go ahead?" She asked in a conspiratorial whisper.
