Charlotte stared at her reflection in the mirror, nodded to herself then smiled.
Dressed in a short blue shirt gown with her favourite sling bag around her shoulders, she had comfy sneakers on. She had light makeup on, hair tied up in a ponytail and with a final glance in the mirror, she knew she was good to go.
“Ouu, you look pretty!” Rachael exclaimed, barging into her room to plop on her bed. “Really pretty.”
“Thank you,” she beamed.
“Will Wilson be picking you up?” Rachael asked, crossing her legs. “Or will he be sending a fancy car with a chauffeur to pick you up?”
“No, he won’t. He’s picking me himself,” Charlotte replied her best friend then shook her head. Ever since she informed her about the date, she had become unstoppable, her imaginations getting wilder with every word t
