Krystalina~
A white polka-dot blazer, a plain white corset underneath, and white flared trousers paired with bright red stilettos, with M·A·C ruby-red lipstick coating my lips.
I smacked my lips together and put the lipstick into my red YSL bag for touch-ups, just in case. I grabbed my Hooker Rose perfume and sprayed it on the sensitive spot on my neck and on my wrists. That’s it.
It has been my most-complimented perfume, created by my abuela, who sends it to me in bulk every six months.
Though I still don’t like her, the poor woman is just trying to make up for lost time.
I took a deep breath and moved my feet to walk out of the room. If I get this job, I won’t have to bear my evil mother-in-law anymore, and I will finally be able to send some white money to my mom.
I subtly walked
