Morning comes too quickly. Not in a poetic way. Not in a “new beginning” kind of way. Just… too quickly. I had changed my outfit three times before finally settling on this one. The first outfit was too formal. Sharp navy trousers, silk blouse, heels high enough that they were almost impossible to walk in. I had stared at myself in the mirror for exactly ten seconds before deciding I looked like I was preparing for a courtroom battle instead of a construction site. The second was somehow worse. Cream blouse. Soft grey flared skirt. Minimal makeup. Emily had walked into my room, taken one look at me, and said carefully, “Respectfully, babes… you look like you’re going on a date.” I changed immediately. The third outfit annoyed me most because I couldn’t explain why I hated it. I just knew I did. Something about it looked too deliberate. Too carefully effortless. Like I cared. Which I absolutely did not. So this is where I ended up. Charcoal tailored trousers
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