"What do you think of this outfit?"
Nyssa and I were together in her room. I posed to her with the very same clothes I wore today to school, after all, they were the clothes she gave me, and they were far more fancy than anything else I owned. The only thing that came close was ruined in my fight against the thugs, and it still couldn't compare to the beautiful outfit.
"Horrible, that's just for casual days," she gave me her brutal truth. She was wrong. I already noticed it a while ago, but Nyssa had a strong sense of fashion. The lady herself never left the house without a designer's dress. Asking for her to dress me up was a mistake.
"Ah, aren't you overreacting? I could run for president with this…"
