Tangled by lies
~11~
Chiara
I tied my hair up in a messy bun because I didn't have time to style it after washing it. Humming to some tune I didn’t even recognize, my fingers grazed the length of the shoe rack as my eyes chose for tonight.
I looked down at my black short skirt, paired with a silver top underneath a black jacket, and smiled when my eyes locked onto a perfect match. “Come to, Mama,” I said, grabbing the silver high thigh boots with long narrow heels. I plopped on a fur ottoman to pull them on. Still humming. Where the hell did I hear this song?
Bab Populer