After taking a long nap, I woke up at 5:30 pm, had my bath, and went into my closet to search for a dress. Cooper had texted earlier, saying I should forget about the dinner party, but I disagreed. I couldn't. I wanted to attend.
But which dress should I wear to this dinner party? I was pondering and I didn't notice Nanny Samantha; she walked into the closet and stood behind me.
"You should probably go for that dress." She pointed to a red dress.
"This one?"
"Or the blue one. You could choose between the two. You'll be comfortable in them."
"Maybe I should call a personal stylist; I need my hair styled and my makeup done."
"Ah, there's a lady at the door. I came to inform you; the brothers probably sent her," she told me.
"Oh really? Let her in."
"Alright, Ms." Nanny Samantha left, and the stylist came in. Oh, I know her; she had styled me in the past.
"Good evening, Ms. I apologize for coming late."