I walked into my closet the other day to find this:
You, in a sSSSUPER fancy dress, sitting on stool you dragged in from the kitchen, staring at yourself in my closet mirror. Twas divine lover. It was like I was watching one of those teen soap opera thingys where there is a tween that has amazing self confidence and she is all,
"I want to try on a fancy dress and try out my "faces". "