C19 Chapter 17: Departure

Hillary stared at herself in front of the mirror. It was already four in the morning, but she has been stuck in the same spot with the same issue trying to figure out the blouse she’s wearing. She bites her lower lip as she gawk at her own reflection, tilting her head to the other side at the lack of fulfillment she felt.

I don’t know. There’s something about what she’s wearing feels off