I attempted to show Jessica, but she was already digging into my makeup. My vanity was packed with all my makeup, and I sighed in frustration, afraid that she would make me out to look like a whore.
Finally, she seemed satisfied as she looked at me, "You look good so far. Now sit down."
I sighed as I did what I was told. I knew that arguing with her was pointless. She started with foundation, then mascara, eyeliner, mascara, and lastly, lip gloss. She stepped back to admire her work.
When I looked in the mirror, even I had to admit that she did a great job. The eye makeup brought out my eyes, and I almost looked kissable.
I looked at her, "Aren't you overdoing yourself?"
Jessica hesitated for minute and then sighed as she sat down on my bed, "I can't lie to you anymore, Kat."
"Lie to me? About what?" I looked at her, confused, "Is there no party." even as I asked, I knew that that was a stupid assumption. Jessica would not have gone through all this trouble for there to be no party.
Jessica looked at me, "Oh, there's definitely a party, but...well...it's a matchmaking party."
"No!" I said, slowly backing up, "You're not playing a matchmaker with me as the victim!"
Jessica sighed more dramatically, "Come on, Kat. Even Chris notices that your lonely and agreed with me."
"Chris is in on this?" My voice gave an involuntary squeak. How many bosses do you know would help throw a matchmaking party? I was in shock.
"Well, I did all the work," Jessica said proudly, "but he did agree that you needed to get out more."