(SOLANA’S POV)
“Okay is she really that good?” Phil asked me.
“What?” I said looking at him through the mirror.
I had been inspecting my self for the past few minutes and I suspect that is what Phil is tired of.
“Tia. Because you just won’t see that we are running late because you want to be sure that you are looking perfect when you see her.” He said to me cheekily. “I mean come on, I always get ready before you. What the hell is all this?” He threw his hands up.
“Oh that’s okay.” I said to him.
I smoothened my blue halter neck top. I was wearing it with nice plain blue jeans and platforms. I picked up my purse and put on my shades.
Now that Phil had spoken, I felt ashamed of myself. I was truly caring so much about how I looked and Phil was right, I was doing it because I was g
