Aisling POV
A group of high school seniors asked me to help them get ready. I was more than happy to comply. For them, this was their first Moon Ball, and it was the first time they would have the possibility to find their mates.
Gloria looked my way, “Miss Aisling, aren't you going to get your hair done?” She looked around, most of the girls were done, and I was just waiting for them to drive them back to Gloria's home and then meet them at the venue.
“No, I am going as a chaperon… not participating…” I said, and the girls looked between them with a complicit look.
“Come on, Miss Aisling… you are acting as if you were a 60-year-old widow… you are young and pretty, live a little…” Amanda said, pulling me into a chair along with Gloria.
“Really girls… I am not…” I tried to refuse,
