The car ride to the party was mostly peaceful, except for Barts occasional suggestive comments and the possibility of my mom getting suspicious when I asked her if I could wear some of her lipstick. She declined my request, saying I was too young to wear makeup, which only aggravated me. She then questioned my motives and for a moment, I almost wanted to come clean. But then I saw the way Bart was staring at me with mockery and the way my mom was staring at me with concern, and I just couldnt face telling them the truth, which I still was half-denying myself.
When we arrived at the gala, I scanned the room for Mr. Smithers, who I almost immediately found seated next to his boss, Mr. Burns. I supposed they had made up quickly after their little argument, and by the way Mr. Smithers was smiling at Mr. Burns, I thought maybe the latter had offered a just apology. And maybe I provoked this apology! I smiled inside and excused myself from my family to go say hello.