“Are you ready, Olivia?” Ella asked her, peeking from the door.
“I am Ella.” She addressed her godmother.
Ella was taken aback when she saw Olivia dressed as she was.
“Olivia, what are you wearing? It's a party, that to your high school party. It is not a casual hangout with your friends.”
“I know, Ella. It's just I don't want to dress up, and this is comfortable.” She tried to explain it to her.
Ella sighed and dragged Olivia up to a mirror.
“Olivia, take a look at yourself; is this you? Real Olivia would have worn this in your school last year of your high school party?”
Olivia looked in the mirror as a result of this. What she saw was not a familiar face looking at her but rather the polar opposite of her. Her previous self would never have worn this to a party, with black jeans
