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Myra didn't know what she should wear for her date. Her clothes were strewn across her bed while she stood there still in her pajamas. She had at least three dresses packed and those were her choices.
One was a form fitting red dress that reached her knees and had no shoulders. The second dress was orange and black with a black belt around it. The third dress was a spaghetti strap black dress that she would wear a jacket over.
She didn't know what Michael was wearing which threw her off. Would he be more simple or sparkly like the Grammys? She didn't know.
She put on the first dress. She stared at herself in the mirror, pulling at the dress. In some places it was tight and in others it was too loose. Her shoulders felt naked and her legs felt too covered.
She changed from that dress to the second one. This one was more comfortable. The belt helped the dress from being too baggy on her. It stopped a tiny bit above the knees. She shrugged the dress off, leaving it as a maybe.
She finally put on the third dress. The third one was the shortest of them all. It stopped a little above mid-thigh but had no decoration whatsoever. It did look cute but she found it too shirt for her liking. It might have been to short for Michael to like either.
She eventually decided on the second dress. She slipped on a pair of black heels that she had brought along. She grabbed her pair of earrings and put those on in the mirror.
She went to the bathroom where her makeup was laid out. She started with her eyes first. Myra started with a layer of brown eyeshadow, slightly darker close to the top.
Her eyes took close to twenty minutes. She used dark red lipstick on her lips. She straightened her hair to the best of her ability. She swept it to the side, running her fingers through it to remove any tangles.
She was interrupted by a knock at her door. She opened the door and was greeted by a man at the door. He wore a plain button down that was tucked inside a pair of jeans.
"Are you Myra?" He asked, a accent from somewhere like New Jersey evident in his voice.
"Yeah," Myra confirmed.
"I'm Kieran, an old friend of Michael's. He wanted me to come and pick you up. Are you ready?" He questioned.
"I should be," she nodded as she grabbed her room key and kept it in her hands.
