MHA #11; Friday Evening [ 08/28 ].
There was a very rare sight in the bedroom of happy of MHA #11 tonight. The place was in disarray, clothes scattered and thrown haphazardly around the room...
...okay, maybe that in itself wasn't a rare sight at all for Daisy's bedroom. The fact that every single one of the clothes were her own, however, was. Usually, she never had a problem picking something to wear; she usually loved and adored and thought she looked cute in the first thing she grabbed from the closet, called it good, and went on her merry little way. But, for some reason, tonight, it seemed as though she found little faults in everything that would just not do. So off it would, and something else would be tried on, and then there'd be a look of dissatisfaction in the mirror, and it was back to square one.
It was actually starting to get annoying. Especially so since it was just Ben. Ben had seen her how many times, in everything and in nothing, and all of a sudden she was being picky about what she wore tonight for their date? It didn't make sense. Especially since she was definitely not going to be one of those women.
But as finished putting on another dress and caught it happening again, she really wondered if maybe she was.
And if maybe it wasn't so bad...
She'd almost reached the zipper of the dress to take it off when she firmly put her foot down, literally, and told her reflection, "Oh, no you don't. You're sticking with this one. It's almost eight and you've got a mess of a room you have to pick up before he gets here."
And that was that, leaving Daisy to put her entire wardrobe back into her closet and hopefully get it done before Ben got here. Without messing up her hair.
[[ for that one guy, please! ]]
...okay, maybe that in itself wasn't a rare sight at all for Daisy's bedroom. The fact that every single one of the clothes were her own, however, was. Usually, she never had a problem picking something to wear; she usually loved and adored and thought she looked cute in the first thing she grabbed from the closet, called it good, and went on her merry little way. But, for some reason, tonight, it seemed as though she found little faults in everything that would just not do. So off it would, and something else would be tried on, and then there'd be a look of dissatisfaction in the mirror, and it was back to square one.
It was actually starting to get annoying. Especially so since it was just Ben. Ben had seen her how many times, in everything and in nothing, and all of a sudden she was being picky about what she wore tonight for their date? It didn't make sense. Especially since she was definitely not going to be one of those women.
But as finished putting on another dress and caught it happening again, she really wondered if maybe she was.
And if maybe it wasn't so bad...
She'd almost reached the zipper of the dress to take it off when she firmly put her foot down, literally, and told her reflection, "Oh, no you don't. You're sticking with this one. It's almost eight and you've got a mess of a room you have to pick up before he gets here."
And that was that, leaving Daisy to put her entire wardrobe back into her closet and hopefully get it done before Ben got here. Without messing up her hair.
[[ for that one guy, please! ]]