“Are you ready for this?” Violet smears the bright red lipstick across her full lips and smacks them together. As she primps in the mirror, she pulls her curly red hair into a mock up-do and turns to me for confirmation. “Red’s my color, right?” “It looks beautiful. Now, please, hand it over.” I yank it from her grasp. I know what she’s trying to do, but I’m beyond nervous at this point. “I don’t know if I can do this.” I rub a hand over my collarbone to push back my growing nerves. Violet jerks me around by my shoulders. “You’re going to be fine.
