KALISTA
After a quick shower, I put on a black skinny jean and a white blouse with a Victorian flare to it, guessing Tristan might like this vintage style-he'd been born in the great depression, after all.
I replaced my Converse shoes for some knee high leather boots my dad had given me last year-and that I'd never wore. Heels weren't for me. I still didn't get why women wore them so much. They were foot-killers and excruciating. But they made me look good, like those models in the magazines, and I wanted to look nice. So foot pain or not, they would stay on my feet.
I went to the bathroom and picked up the curling iron. I was done in less than five minutes. My hair looked beautiful, shiny and wavy. I picked up the static spray from the shelf on top of the toilet and applied two sprays
