Tomorrow night I am going to The Ball. You’d think I’d be more excited. Maybe it’s because I’m no longer a teenager, or that, being married, I can’t really expect to meet Prince Charming. ‘Cause, that’d be awkward and all.
Actually, my daughter has been taking a Cotillion class and this Ball is the final event. Dinner and dancing. Kiki gets to wear a lovely formal gown, new shoes, sparkly jewelry, and beforehand we are going to my sister’s house and she’s going to give her some sort of fancy up-do. Me, I’m just wearing the one dress I own and a worn out pair of flats. Sigh. One of the crappy parts of being poor… and yet, it doesn’t really matter. Kiki is the one who ought to feel like a princess. And hopefully she will.