Seven: Huh?

Slipping on a white tank top and black jean trouser, I grabbed my hair brush from the desk in front of the huge glass mirror which covered the left side of the closet, then brushed my hair smoothly. Applying a strawberry scented oil on it, I reached a hair tie, packed my full hair in a fist, and tied the band around it. 

"Perfect," I muttered amid a sigh, then stretched my hand to reach the lip gloss. After adding it, I smacked my lips against each other, grabbed my purse, checking myself in the mirror, again. 

I contemplated on whether or not to add lipstick instead, and to wear a contact lens. But noticing how pretty I looked, I brushed off that thought. My lips were pink enough, and my amber colored eyes gleamed like a contact lens. Being natural was just fine for the evening. 

Inhaling, I twirled to the door, still being hesitant on whether or not to leave this mansion. For some reason, I had a crazy f