12| Say yes.

I'm all dressed up.

I'm wearing a red evening gown that has a small slit at the front and off-shoulder sleeves that lengthen only halfway down my forearm.

I paired the look with light makeup and flaming red lipstick. My hair is worn down and silky-wavy. My heels aren't so high that I'll have trouble walking in them, but they're high enough to add height to my short figure.

The babysitter I hired is already here at the house. I walk over to the living room, and the click of my heels alerts all of them.

My kids jaws are on the floor, just like the babysitter's.

"Is it nice?" I ask them nervously, rubbing my palms against my thighs.

"Ms. Amory, you look amazing!" The teenage girl exclaims in awe, and I blush.

"Mom, you're hot." Daniel comments, and it's my turn for my jaw to drop.

Lilah shoves him. "She's our mom; you can't just tell her she looks hot." I snort.

"Yeah, you have to add smoking. She looks smoking hot." Dylan says it casually to his brother, and my jaws are on the floor