{I know you're no good, but you're stuck in my brain} ~ Olly Murs
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Alex POV:
Before I even realized Monday arrived and with it, the long-awaited appointment from Minhee, because let's be honest I was just curious about what we'll would do, but I didn't want to see him.
– Do you know what you're gonna wear? – ask while we're both on our way home as she will help me prepare for this afternoon.
– First thing I find, I guess. – I answer trying to not look interested.
– Of course not. – she's upset. – It's your first date with Kenan.
– If you're so worried, you choose.
– How exciting! – says much more animated now. – I know what you're gonna wear.
As soon as we get to my house, we go straight to my room but not before greet my two best friends and roommates who were seeing something in the living room.
– I'm not even gonna wear that. – i let her know as soon as I see the option she've chosen.
– You must have decided that before letting me choose what you would wear, and now to the shower that we have to do a miracle.
– I heard you. – I complain from the bathroom door.
– That was my intention.
Once I get into the bathroom I take too much time to shower knowing that this would upset Minhee and when I finally get out I see everything she's prepared for me.
– A little more and I think you've escaped or something. – she jokes as soon as he sees me. – I have to do something with your hair.
– I'm going to see the asshole, not attending to a wedding.
She doesn't listen to me, and she starts drying my hair, and to after making some waves. Once it's over, she asks me to put on the outfit she's chosen for me, which consists of a white top along with a short denim skirt and a black high boots. When it comes to makeup, she does so quite simply where she tried to highlight the green color of my eyes.
Once she ends and I see myself in the mirror, I can't deny that I looked beautiful, but that wasn't me and I didn't like it at all.
– You look beautiful. – comments proudly about her work.
– This isn't me.
– Wasn't that the plan? – ask confused.
Rule number 7: You have to take care of your image. You must look like someone I'd date.
It sure did. I looked like one of those girls he'd date, I didn't look like a model or a girl taken from a magazine or anything, but I didn't look like me and that's what he asked for, so I guess I can't change anything.
