"Hazel, is this necessary to wear something this much fancy?" Airi skeptically looked herself in the mirror, turning left and right. No matter how she looks at it, the dress Hazel gave her is way too fancy.
"It's totally fine, Airi. why do you think so much about everything anyway?" Hazel was sitting in the bed, swinging her legs and proudly praising herself for doing such an excellent job on making her friend ready for the night. Hearing her words, she got up at once, and turned Airi towards her, grabbing her shoulder. "Didn't that kid say it is a special place? How the hell you can go out without any preparation or dolling yourself up? I'm giving my favorite dress to you."
