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‘Oh gosh, finally!” Sandara could almost jump in joy when she found it.    She held the yellow off-shoulder dress that reaches a couple of inches below her behind, faced into the mirror and quickly slid it on. Pleased on how good it looked on her, Sandara now began rummaging the shelf inside her walk-in closet to choose the perfect heels to complement the sexy pastel dress. Dresses and shirts are scattered at every place in her condo unit, her closet in disarray.    ‘Omona! I’m going to be late! I wish that he will like what I’m wearing. ’    She managed to wear the dress and her 4-inch stilettos without any hassle and she put on a smokey make-up which is really shocking because ‘Sandara’ doesn’t wear make-up that is beyond obvious. ‘Sandara’ wasn’t supposed to be comfortable wearing clothes that show very little to one's imagination. Who’s this ‘Sandara’? She rushed to her car and quickly drove to her destination.   ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________