Lidya is combing my hair for the fifth time and she's still not pleased with the way it looks. Meanwhile, I try my best to put some makeup on without moving much so she won't say I disrupted her artwork again. I can already say we are going to be late. Her hair is still wet and she hasn't decided what she is going to wear.
She was so happy when I asked her to come with me to Alan's firm anniversary party that she didn't shut up about it for the last week. And yet, she still doesn't have a dress. Well, actually she bought four but has to decide which one is the one because she can't wear all of them.
"Done!" She sounds so proud of her work and when I go to the bathroom to look in the mirror I understand why. In the back, my hair is tied in a loose bun, with delicate braids spinning around
