Mona and Sam collapsed on Angela's bed sheer exhaustion mirrored on both their faces. They had watched Angela try on ten different dresses each one more beautiful than the last. But, none of them was good enough according to her. This one was to short. This one was to long. This one made her skin look sallow. This one didn't go with her hair color... They really couldn't understand what the problem was. She really did look beautiful and elegant in all of them. They knew that Tony would think so too. In fact there was no doubt that he would be struck speechless if he saw her in any of them. But always the perfectionist Angela wanted to look just perfect for their first official date.

"You weren't kidding Mona!" Sam said in amazement.

"Tell me about it. I mean I know that tonight is a big deal and everything but she is seriously driving me crazy."

Sam sat up. "Mona, that's why she's freaking out. After everything that has happened she just wants to look perfect for tonight. She wouldn't be Angela if she didn't."

Mona sat up as well. "I know. I know. I just wish she would realize that all the dresses she tried on really did make her look beautiful." She sent Sam a stern glare. "Don't you dare tell her I said that!"

Sam laughed. "Your secret is safe with me."

"Okay, what about this one?"

They looked up as Angela stepped out of the bathroom. She was dressed in a short silk lavender dress with delicate spaghetti straps.

Mona and Sam smiled at each other than at Angela.

"That's the one." Sam smiled.

"Really? You're sure?" Angela asked looking down her insecurities getting the better of her. "I mean don't you think..."

"Angela!" Mona said firmly. "Sam's right. This is the one. You look beautiful."

"You do. Dad is going to lose all sense of speech when he sees you."

"Thank you." Angela smiled. She turned serious. "I just want to thank you for putting up with me. I know I probably drove you both crazy trying on all these dresses..."

"Yup, you did." Mona interjected in jest.

"Thank you Mother." Angela replied sarcastically.

"Hey you're the one who bought it up."

"Mother!"

"Ladies, can we cease and desist here?" Sam asked sternly her eyes taking on a serious look. But one look at Mona had her dissolving into a fit of laughter. Before long Mona and Angela joined her.

"Okay, okay enough of this merriment." Mona said wiping her eyes with her hands. "You really aren't going to wear your hair like that are you?" she asked looking at Angela.

"Mother, my hair is in curlers." Angela said dryly.

"That's why I asked."

Sam shook her head and stood up. "I highly doubt that Angela wants to go on her first official date with my Dad with her hair in curlers."

"Thank you honey."

"Okay, okay. I was just kidding. You are so uptight about tonight. I was just trying to loosen you up for Tony a little." Mona protested standing up as well.

"Well now that we know that I think it's time for me to work on your hair."

"You?" Angela looked at Sam a mixture of surprise and awe on her face.

"Well you've always helped me with my hair whenever I went out on my dates. I just thought I would help you. I mean if you don't want me to that's fine. I just..."

"I would like that sweetheart. In fact I'm glad you're offering. My hands are shaking so much I don't think I would be able to hold my hairbrush."

"Well then Ms Bower. Your hair stylist Mademoiselle Micelli is at your service." Sam said bowing before her.

"Why thank you Mademoiselle Micelli " Angela smiled.

She sat down at her make up table and Sam got right to work. Not to be out done Mona got out Angela's nail file and lavender nail polish and proceeded to do her nails. When she finished she proceeded to do her make-up emphasizing on her beautiful brown eyes.

For several minutes they worked in silence. Mona doing her makeup and Sam her hair. Sam clipped one section of her hair back with a petite lavender butterfly clip that matched her dress perfectly. Mona brushed her lips and eyes in a pale rose color. When they were finished they were both struck by her beauty.

Mona wiped a tear away as it fell from her eye.

"Do I really look that bad?" Angela joked.

"No, no baby. You really look that beautiful." Mona said leaning down and hugging her.

"You do." Sam agreed. She gently turned Angela around so she could see herself in her mirror.

"We did good kid." Mona said winking at Sam.

"Yes, you did." Angela said softly a single tear trickling down her cheek.

"Hey no blubbering Blondie." Mona scolded. "I'm not going to do your makeup over again."

"Okay, okay" Angela said standing up and pulling them both into an embrace.

"Angela you're choking me." Sam laughed.

"Me too." Mona gasped.

"Sorry." Angela said releasing both of them. "I just want you both to know how much I appreciate your help."

"By choking us?" Mona teased her.

"No, by telling you both how much I love you."

"We love you too Angela." Sam said smiling.

"Can we cut out this sappy stuff?" Mona pleaded.

"I love you too Mother."

"Of course you do. I'm a wonderful Mother." Mona said in jest. "And yes I love you too. But don't let that get to your head."

"Got it Mother."

"Well it's almost time." Sam said glancing at her watch. She took Angela's hand in her own. "Are you ready?"

Angela smiled. "I am. I'm more than ready."