CLEO'S POV
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"Yes, I am almost done," I tell Mitsy while on video call. I have my phone propped up, leaning against the big mirror of the fancy dresser. It has these old-looking light bulbs stuck all around the frame. It's vintage and unique and it really gives a special look to the dark wood. "I ordered you a cab," she doesn't look directly at me, "And when will it arrive?", "In fifteen minutes," I nod as I finish my hair. I turn, looking at my hair, I have two small braids on the side of my head, and I looped the same braids through the slots that hang down along with my loose hair. There is no hair in my face and I spray the flower scent perfume in my neck and the insides of my wrist, "Well I guess I have to go," I sigh, staring at Mitsy and she holds her thumbs up with an excited sm
