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We weren't made for different time zones.
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My younger sister looked at my outfit closely before violently nodding her head no as if she wanted to say: 'Blaire please don't wear that, you look like a desperate 37 year old woman who just divorced her husband because he was broke and hasn't had sex in over three years.'
This was the 7th time today she gave me that specific look. I had literally wore all the single pieces of clothes in my closet, yet there wasn't a single one that she approved.
I wanted something that said sexy but I didn't want to scare Justin away so maybe something cute and nothing like my dull self would wear would suit me better then the thousands of dresses who screamed 'desperate af'.
I wasn't desperate at all. I didn't even like Justin that way, actually. I just wanted to leave a good first impression with him. I didn't want to scare him with my intense and sarcastic self. I sometimes seem to do that.
''Come on, Blaire, we don't have all day,'' my sister said while clapping her hands together rapidly, much to my annoyance because the sound she made as absolutely terrible.
We have been doing this for 2 hours now and I am starting to get really tired.
''You have to get in the car in exactly 19 minutes and you still have nothing to wear.'' She said right before walking into my closet casually like she owned it. Her bright blue eyes were scanning the racks of clothes while her tongue stuck out a little, her fingers softly touching every single piece of clothing her eyes came across until they suddenly stopped. She quickly grabbed the piece her eyes fell on and let her fingers slide through the soft fabric before turning to me with a big smile on her face while she was holding the top up.
''I don't have any pants to match that, Lily,'' I sighed before pinching the bride of my nose out of stress. I was going to die. Not to be dramatic but I was definitely going to die. ''Forget it Lills, I am not going.'' I threw myself on my bed with a dramatic sigh as Lily stared at me horrified.
''It's a dress and you are so going.'' Lily hissed before a velvety feeling fabric blinded me. I quickly threw it off my face to get a better look at it.
This is definitely a top, if I was to put it on, which I'm not, it wouldn't even reach my belly button. ''It's a top.'' I stated simply.
''Dress, and you're going to put in on with this shirt.'' She said, throwing a white shirt on my face before leaving my room.
''Can you remind me why I'm getting fashion advice from my 14 year old sister, again.'' I said while slowly pulling my fishnet panty down and lifting the velvet pink 'dress' up. ''Because I'm amazing and you know it.'' Lily yelled through the door, causing a soft smile to spread upon my face. I loved Lily.
