All the fuss about getting dressed was so not her 'thing.' She stared at her reflection in the mirror for the longest while, trying to figure out whether her newly-straightened hair should be to the front or to the back. Did it matter? Her dress was white. She would've preferred black, but all the dresses she found in black were either too short, or too girly. This one however, was simple.
Glancing down, she stared at her... Well she wasn't exactly sure what to call her shoes. They weren't quite sneakers, but they weren't exactly flats either. Now all she had to do was wait for Charlie to pick her up. She had no idea what to expect from the night, but she hoped it would be fun.
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