I stood in front of the mirror, admiring myself. Millie was right, eyes will pop when they see me looking like this.
I may look like a slut, but I didn't care. My life was taking a turn and I was happy about it. Besides, it was all in the mind, if you believe that wearing something to show off your perfect figure is slutty, then it is. But if you believe it's just a cloth complimenting nature's gift to you, then that's exactly what it was.
I like to think I'm a fan of the latter, even though I don't quite feel comfortable with others thinking of the former. After all, nobody likes to be called a slut, no matter how high or different they think of themselves.
A car honked outside.
Lanke was here. I took one last look at my face, the tone and cosmetics Millie had packed for me were perfect. I almost couldn't recognize myself. I latched my coat, grabbed my coat and headed downstairs.
