Messed up.

The day was fast spent with me discussing some things with Orlan.

Getting to know him better wasn't so much of a bad idea, and I also figured out that he's friendly and also dangerous when offended.

Rising from the bed, a bright smile was plastered on my pretty face.

I quickly took my bath and wore a plain black shirt, white long sleeves, and a pair of black shoes.

This is officially my first time wearing office wear, and I feel a little bit weird.

I'm a lady who's in her early twenties so I have to behave more like an adult, instead of behaving like a kid.

Grabbing a black handbag, I made my way out of the room, only to bump into Orlan.

He hangs his mouth slightly open and stares at me in admiration. "You look like a good lady." He complimented, without gazings

away.

"I know that I look stunning, but the problem is my hair... It makes me seem weird." I complain.

Naturally most ladies are born with black, brown, or blunt hair. On the other hand, my parents gave birth to me wit