36. Athena
I felt awkward and I was angry. I needed to shout. To vent.
However, I stood there, clutching the dress Claudia had picked out for me, my heart racing as I kept my words short.
"Thanks," I muttered, not daring to engage him further.
I knew that this wasn't the place and neither was it the time and I didn't have the right to be mad at him. The terms of the contact were ckear. Also, the last thing I wanted was a conversation with him. Not after everything.
"Claudia, go tell the manager to pack all the dresses from the designer of this one and in different colours," his voice boomed with authority, leaving no room for debate.
I blinked, the surprise clear on my face. "W-what? No, no need. I don’t need that much dressed. What would I..." I protested, panic lacing my words.
