Chapter Nineteen

Merry stared at herself in the mirror, she sighed "I would go with this" She said, looking tired from the little job she engaged herself in.

This would be like the hundredth time she had checked herself in the mirror, and she had changed her dress eight times.

She turned, checking out herself, on her bed were outfits she had tried but wasn't satisfied with.

Merry knew that Monday Mornings in the college were when everyone dresses to kill, every Monday is a corporate day when everyone is expected to dress properly.

She stared at herself from her hair which she had made in two small buns pointing to west and east, she had two twisted braids in front, hanging down to her chin, she stared down at the white long sleeves shirt she was putting on which was properly and completely tucked in her brown pencil skirt, her feet were covered with white baby sneakers.

She smiled at the sneakers "Always my helping hand" She said, the sneakers were gifted to her by the orphanage when she was admitted