Once home, I quickly took the dress off putting it back in its box. I looked at it almost funnily. That William… I don’t understand him! I threw my shoes under the bed, untied my bun and quickly slipped into an old tee shirt. The whole evening stank of money and false good intentions! All those narrow-minded souls delighting in the world’s poverty.
Working for Africa, you bet!! More like making a good impression on all the little bimbos!
I grabbed my computer and just logged into different sites to calm my nerves down. I opened my blog which I made a few years ago about fashion where I occasionally give fashion advice to the people who follow me or those who ask questions. I didn’t keep much from my followers, just my identity. I really needed to write exactly what I thought in ord
