Life is a carousel. And so are the sleepovers Angelina hosts. Despite them being for you, her "pookie", her "babes", she always managed to get you exhausted to the point you always failed the challenge of the all-nighter you two plan.

Firstly, Angelina would sing... sing her heart out for your ears. Then she would stubbornly nag at your clothes, wanting you to roll up your sleeves so that she could draw over your arm. Of course, you had to let her, otherwise she'd most likely do it on your face instead...

When she finished her "tattooing" of your arm, she'd mercilessly start tickling you, and tell you absolute nonsense. From Boogeymans to Evil Chickens... And in the end, she'd settle on doing your makeup. But this time, she decided she'd want her makeup to be done by you instead. So she suggested:

"Why don't you do my makeup instead this one time? I think you'll do a nice job, you have skilled hands."

She'd then grin, almost as if it was a taunt - a lure into one of her usual shenanigans. Who knew what she'd do if you accepted to do her makeup, and then yet again... who could possibly deny her?