My friend Leah is the apex of fashion. She dresses like Sienna Miller and looks like she walked out of the cover of Vogue magazine everyday.
A group of us (Leah and myself included) were talking about how drab we looked at the end of the school year.
“You don’t count,” My friends and I said to Leah.
“Well, you don’t either! You always look nice!”
Really? Thank you.
If she thinks I always look nice, then I know that my goal was achieved.
Score.