*Clara*
The days went fast. It seemed as if someone had placed her hand on the floor in some LEVEL ONE game and sped time forward. Clara felt as if she hadn't prepared enough for the choices that she would make in the day, even though she knew that she had put in some effort in the preparations. And she wasn't alone. Emily had been by her side as well. They were making the catalog for Prada together, anyway.
She woke up as early as she could and went through everything she was going to do for the rest of the day. She knew that she could not second-guess people, but she could at least try to get her facts straight.
It appeared like a rehearsal to get her prepared. When she fell out of it, Clara went to the bathroom. She brushed, showered, and came out a few minutes later smelling of ros
