I pull on the gold halter top and walk closer to the long-standing mirror tucked in the corner.
I hear rustling coming from Kim’s stall. There is a bang, some clatter like something dropped to the ground. My eyes dart to the door.
Worriedly, I call out, “Kim? are you okay in there?”
“Yes, I am babe. I dropped my phone.” She says, her voice strained.
“Okay. Sorry b, please be careful.” I call out to her, walking closer to my reflection.
My hair is everywhere. With both hands I smoothen the hair out of my face, I look beautiful with the halter top, the blue in my eyes glow brighter with this top on.
The skirt I have on now does not do the top justice. My brain scrambles for proper shorts or a nice skirt to pair this with. Maybe some loose jeans might just do the trick. The sequin fabri
