Friday, 30 March 2018.
Emilie’s place, Manhattan Upper Eastside, New York City.
The clock on the wall turns at nine p.m. when she walks out from the bathroom. She only wears her bathrobe after she has washed her hair.
“Ugh, where is my hairdryer?” Emilie mutters agitatedly as she tries to find the hairdryer. “It’s supposed to be in my drawer!”
But she can’t find it anywhere near her dress table. And thus, she quickly runs toward the bathroom again to find it there. But still, it’s gone and nowhere to be found.
But Emilie is impatient as she snarls out, “For God’s sake, where is it?!”
And then, a knock on the door draws her attention. It’s her mom that just comes to see her.
“Hey, what’s wrong, dear?” her mom asks curiously.
Emilie sighs peevishly as she tells her about it, “Alrigh
