I step back as far as I can in this shoebox-sized bathroom and lift myself onto my tippy toes to get a better look at myself in the mirror. I’m probably dressed all wrong for a date at an A-list celebrity’s penthouse apartment, but I think I still look nice. I’ve picked out one of the nicer dresses I own, it’s a short red, pink, orange and white spaghetti strap dress with a pleated waist with ruffles. It’s fun and delicate and makes me think of a sunset the way the colours all blend into each other. I’ve got my hair up in a high pony and have done light makeup, just some mascara, lip oil and a light body shimmer. Nothing too extravagant.
Feeling satisfied, I go to put on some of my favourite perfume only to realise it’s not where I left it. I look around but can’t seem to find it. I take
