Dress up

The next day, I was dragged out of the soft bed by Rose. The sun had just risen, and the sky was still gray. I walked to the restaurant with a long face. "Why did you wake me up so early?" "It is difficult to make an appointment with the stylist today, Evan. If it weren't for Mr. Carroll, he wouldn't accept this appointment!" With a fork, Rose stuffed breakfast into my mouth. Like a puppet, I let Rose do whatever she wanted on me. Then, I, in a daze, was led into the car by Jason. "Oh my god! What is wrong with you? Can't you let me sleep?" My indignant roar seemed cute in the eyes of Jason and the chauffeur. They laughed. "When will Madam be mature?" The chauffeur replied, "After today, she will have to be!" "I don't want to be mature. I need sleep!" Holding a blanket, I lay on the backseat of the car. Once again, I was woken up. Jason dragged me into a styling club. The man named Evan appeared in a pink shirt and tights. "Yo, this hair hides your face. Let me see..." Speaking, he lif