Sophie Barnes
The morning didn't need an alarm to wake me up. I could tell you that I saw through every digestion of pizza crust I had consumed last night in our little pizza party we threw last night unbothered.
My mind does a flashback to the previous night and I couldn't help but smile back at the experience.
Ronda had switched up the pace of outfit selection. According to her, she wanted to be in the mood and to do that, all she needed was a good wine and some pizza. So we ordered more pizza boxes and kept the outfit selection going. We settled for a simple choice for the first set of outfits. A scarlet knitted sweater I don't even recall its origin, and beige plaid pants that stopped just above my ankles. There were little specks of white arranged on the sweater and a black loaf
