Chapter 2 - Page 9
Saraina's gaze collected back from the memory. Determined to bury her bad memories of that day and focus on being happy for Mariah, she got up and opened the top drawer to her dresser. Rummaging through the shirts inside, she pulled out a long-sleeved blouse and denim jeans. She put them on quickly and made her way to the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror she looked over her choice of clothing for the ceremony with uncertainty. Finally, she threw up her hands and groaned.
"And this is why I never wear this shirt…" she muttered to herself.
She ran back into her room, flung off the blouse and grabbed one of her many regular black t-shirts from the second drawer of the dresser. This outfit was going to have to do. She had no inclination of dressing super formal as it had never been her cup of tea to do so. Besides, Mariah and everyone else were already used to her style of dress. After running a brush quickly through her hair, she finally went downstairs and into the kitchen.
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