Days passed, and the long-awaited day has finally come. Alex told me not to think too heavily about it, but as expected, I couldn't possibly stroll around in another household using my usual casual wear. I pondered a bit and even searched about it on the internet, but unsurprisingly, the clothes in my wardrobe were really inappropriate for such occasions. They were too plain–almost shabby—and the colors were too somber for a dinner celebration.
I had studied what teenage girls usually wear for this kind of event on the internet, and could only scrunch my face in disapproval when I compared it with the clothes in my wardrobe. Come to think of it, Grandpa always urged me to use my money to buy a pretty dress for myself, rather than just grabbing some tops and bottoms randomly from a secondhand store, but I always refused and only bought what's necessary.
