In the first picture, I only like my shadow and my bf's pants. I looked scared and someone with borderline case. I looked like someone with a name goes like Nancy.

In the second picture, I was channeling Rumi's distressed velvet dress. I call it a Hooker dress. I looked like I'm ready to beat you up. I looked like someone with a name of Michelle Murder.

Michelle: Nancy is datchu?!?

Nancy: Je ne parles pas anglais.

Michelle: Bonsoir! Comment vas-tu?

Nancy: *fuck*