I am wearing terracotta slacks with a peach long sleeve top. I comb my straight long hair as I look at my reflection in the mirror. I have to visit a salon if I got time and if I save up enough money. I decided to curl the ends of my hair in order for it to not look flat on my head.
Today is my interview in the company. Although they clearly stated that they will already hire me, still, an interview is necessary. For formality, I guess.
I grab the old flat hair iron that Remy gave me. He decluttered some stuff in his house and decided to give some of it to me.
Some of our stuff is still inside the boxes. We haven't organized them yet since both Kristine and I were tired from yesterday. Fortunately, I got these decent clothes since it is on the top part of the boxes. I will remind myse
