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ROCINHA
MARTINA
THE BRAZILIAN BEAUTY STOOD IN FRONT OF HER OLD VINTAGE FULL-LENGTH MIRROR. Martina huffed in defeat, she stripped off her little black dress, made her way to her closet, and began to search for a decent outfit. Martina knew Bruce wouldn't really mind if she wore that dress, but this was a date, Martina didn't want to look like someone who was out for a hookup. She wanted to show Bruce her real self and in order to do that she had to dress like it, her hands stopped rummaging, her hazel eyes sparkled when she came across the perfect outfit.
Martina was quick to slip into her linen pants, she pulled it all the way until it reached her waist, she let go of the elastic waistband before quickly switching her black bra to a white one. Next, she put on her one-shoulder tassel crop top, Martina placed her hand on her waist as her eyes did a one-over.
"Perfeito." She whispered to herself. Perfect.
Her eyes darted to the floor's closet as she searched for her Koren tan espadrille slide sandals, when she spotted them she quickly slipped her feet in. Now, all she was missing was her jewelry, Martina put on her gold chunky hoop earrings before quickly clasping the gold coin necklace around her tan neck.
Martina went for a natural look, shading her eyelids with glittery gold and applying lip gloss. The brunette was never one to wear makeup, probably because of the type of work she does, but since tonight was for a special occasion she decided to walk out of this apartment looking her best. Her hair was down in her full wavy glory, Martina grabbed her black crossbody bag before shoving her wallet, scrunchie, and phone.
