Within Vega's room, she and Veronica were frantically going through various brands and sets of clothes. Vega had started panicking a little as she couldn't find anything that seemed good enough for the date.
All her clothes, which were once the epitome of beauty and design, suddenly seemed subpar, as if they couldn't match her standards anymore.
"Veronica, what should I do? It's almost 6 p.m., and I have nothing to wear!" Vega exclaimed as she sorted through more clothes with desperate hands.
"We wouldn't be in this mess if you had listened to me and picked out some clothes two days ago," Veronica replied, rolling her eyes. "But no, you wanted to learn how to cook and also spent your time flirting through messages."
Veronica remarked with mild frustration, though she, too, felt helpless with the situation. Clothes were scattered everywhere, and the atmosphere in the room was filled with anxious energy.
