Chapter 6

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 I pat myself dry and cover my hair with a towel.

I make my way to my closet and I look around.

I think to myself what dress I should wear. Its mid December in England... yeah... I'm going to freeze my tits off. I take out a dark red, long sleeve, square neckline, velvet, body con dress.

"Sexy, badass, and red. Perfect" I say walking to the stand where my shoes and heals are kept. I select a pair of black, glittery heals to match. I choose a black, cropped puffer jacket to match. With that i add my Chanel bag.

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With my outfit planned, I take it all to my bedroom and I plop them on the bed

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With my outfit planned, I take it all to my bedroom and I plop them on the bed.  

Since I said I'd keep it simple with no disguise, I'm going to go for a natural look.

I apply a thin layer of concealer, making sure not to fully cover my freckles and beauty spot. One annoying thing about me is that I turn red really easily. Why ? I honestly have no fucking clue but it's a fat pain in the arse.

I could be happy, I turn red. Annoyed, I turn red, angry, I turn red, someone random happens, red.

So. God. Dam. Annoying. Thank fuck for bb cream tho.

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