"The interview is tomorrow. What do you wanna wear, baby girl?" Anne asked herself.
She hummed her favourite song happily, as she went through her mini wardrobe, in search of a perfect outfit to wear to her interview the following day.
"This isn't bad." She said, holding out a red fitted gown.
"This isn't bad either." She said, as she held another dress out. It was a black dress with a white pattern drawn beautifully on it.
She held both dresses out in her hands, confused about which one to pick.
She suddenly threw the red dress on the bed,
"It's just an interview, not a party. Get yourself together, Anne!" She squealed.
She then stared satisfactorily at the black dress.
"Yes, this is just perfect." She said, confidently, and went ahead to hang it very close to her bedside.
"Now,
