I looked at the clock on my bedroom wall, then back to the full-length mirror in front of me.
It was already 4 in the afternoon and dinner was at 5. And I thought I was ready, but I wasn’t. Not even close.
I was wearing a white-collared midi dress with a dramatic silhouette that also had tiny flowers placed on the white fabric and on my feet were a pair of low white heels. My hair was in a low knotted bun at the back of my head and I managed to pull out some loose tendrils to frame my face without making it look messy.
Thanks to Irene’s help through videocall, I was both stylish and comfortable. The dress wasn’t too casual for a Michelin-starred restaurant, but it wasn’t too fancy either. My make-up was simple and rosy peach. No glamour or drama for me and that was just the way I liked
