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Isabella

Tomorrow arrived with a lack of sleep for me due to the excitement I felt. It went without saying that I tossed and turned all through the night, thinking about what the day would bring.

I only managed to get a couple of hours of sleep before I heard a knock on my door. Even after picking an outfit and trying to get the dark circles under my eyes to disappear, I still looked like a zombie.

"Paula," I said into my phone, "can you help me please? I look terrible." Paula's voice sounded groggy, but her face, when she came into my room, showed otherwise. She sat me down at the vanity and started to tinker around with some of the things in the cabinet. She rubbed a few things under my eyes and asked me if I wanted some makeup.

"No," I said, earning a surprised look from her.

"Why not?"

"If I touch my eyes... I'll get stuff all over my hands," I said with a yawn.

"If I'm going to get you to stop looking like a zombie, I'm going to have to put on some makeup, even if it's jus