“You’re like a high school kid who can’t decide right.”
Astrid complains while shaking her head, rolling her eyes with arms crossed to her chest. She stands by the door of my room, watching me rummaging through all of my clothes for more than half an hour now. She has been here in my place since morning too, so I can’t blame her why she keeps complaining at this point.
“I don’t know what to wear, okay? I don’t want to look overly dressed nor not dressy enough for that dinner!” I panic while wandering my eyes still on the clothes on my bed.
The moment I woke, I probably spent the rest of my time in my walk-in closet already while trying to find the perfect clothes to wear for Zach’s mother’s early birthday celebration at their house. It’s frustrating because new clothes were just deliver
