Chapter 28. Out of All Places

My important day begins today, yet I'm feeling a tad down due to a short message that got me thinking the entire evening.

I was unable to try and have a legitimate rest in view of that crappy explanation, and presently I'm right here, in my vehicle, doing a fast cosmetics routine since I got up an hour late and have less chance to get ready.

I wore a plain white off-shoulder shirt wrapped up dark wide-leg slacks coordinated with dark tie heels and my white Gucci sack. I just let my hair down to show my normal twists and put on a light cosmetics that I'm doing at present.

Reagan looked at me through the mirror occasionally to check assuming that I was finished putting on my cosmetics. I saw him, so I advised him to drive openly since I can oversee doing my cosmetics regardless of whether I'm in a moving vehicle.

My dissatisfaction from his message is as yet waiting in my psyche, so I can't resist the urge to feign exacerbation at whatever point his message out