The next morning, after taking his bath and putting on some fresh clothes, James was standing in front of the bathroom wall mirror and checking himself out.
"The bullshit I have to start putting myself through..." He sighed, as he adjusted his clothes.
The fact that he has to start taking care of his public image is tiring but he has no choice. He has to make himself presentable.
Looking at his reflection in the mirror, he felt that his clothes were too shabby and decided that he would buy better ones later.
The clothes he's wearing are those that he bought from the small clothing store back then. But since he's trying to break into the elite society, he has to start dressing properly.
For someone like James who doesn't care about what he wears and things like that, this is going to be quite difficult but it has to be done.
"Dress the way you want to be addressed." He muttered to himself.
