After teasing me nonstop about the lovebites that thankfully are almost invisible now, they all agree it's better if I wear a black turtleneck top to cover the parts of my neck where the marks are still visible.
I pick out a black fitted pair of jeans and a black leather boot that rises high above my ankle. I want to pick a black leather jacket to complete the look. Oh how I miss dressing in all black like this. But they all complain and say I should wear a knee-length white coat instead. I end up wearing the coat.
I fiercely refuse any form of makeup or else they were all ready to paint my face in the most desirable fashion, so as to spite all my enemies, according to them.
I pick my phone and I'm about to slide it into my pocket, but Dera snatches it from me and places it into a black bag instead.
