Bianca was just sitting there looking at herself in the mirror. She was giving herself a silent pep talk. She knew it was far-fetched but she had to at least try. She had to do what she could to help her parents in their current situation. They made sacrifices for her all the time. She could remember the day the man came to her father’s store.
She had looked at the man. He had ice gray eyes. She knew that he couldn't be good. She felt the evil coming of him and she instantly hated him. It was a vibe she was feeling. He was the reason her parents were so stressed. He had ruined their lives and the lives of the family. Money really was really the root of all evil. That was the cause of all of this anyway. She was not fussy. She was content to wear clothes that were not torn and eat to quell her hunger. She was not one of the girls who had to have what was in fashion. That was not her at all.
Here she was, getting ready to put on the best dress that she could find in her closet. It was not worn as much and still had some color left in it. It was a dark blue spaghetti stop dress. It had that washed out look. She had been meaning to dye it but had not found the time to do so. She had borrowed her mother’s best pair of pumps and she was now working feverishly to fix her hair. She wanted to look her best to go and meet with this demon.
She could not do much more than she had done already. She got up and headed to the kitchen where her mother was. He father was in bed already. He had thrown out his back a few months ago and he could not sit up for extended periods of time. She found her mother putting away the leftovers.