Naomi was already standing in front of her mirror getting ready while music played softly from her phone.
Meanwhile, I sat on my bed nervously watching her move around the room like she had done this a thousand times before.
“Olivia, you still need to change,” she reminded me, glancing at me through the mirror.
I let out a small sigh before finally standing up. “I still don’t know why I agreed to this.”
Naomi laughed softly. “Because deep down you want to have fun for once.”
I rolled my eyes playfully before walking toward my closet.
After staring at my clothes for almost five minutes, I finally picked out a simple outfit—a fitted cream-colored sweater with black ripped jeans and white sneakers.
Nothing too dramatic.
Nothing too revealing.
Just
