In the evening, Jirawut still stood in front of the dresser mirror.
"Maybe I can wear this." He spoke.
He picks up a gold necklace and puts it around his neck. He looks at himself in the mirror.
"No, I look silly." He spoke.
Vivienne walked through with a red dress on.
"What do you think?" Vivienne asked.
"I don't know if I should say," Jirawut said.
"Why? You think it's not sexy enough?" Vivienne asked.
"Well, I just-"
"You like it or not."
"Yes." He spoke.
"Then why do you hesitate?"
"I'm sorry, my head still thinking about my outfit. I forgot what I want to wear."
"Don't worry darling. I'll help you decide."
"I love your help." He spoke.
"Now, let's go. We're running late."
"Yes, darling."
Jirawut puts on a black tie and vest. Then he puts on dark grey slacks. Vivienne helps him to put on his shoes.
"There," Vivienne said.
