CHLOE's POV
‘‘What the hell is wrong with you?’’
I peeked out of my closet where I was busy hunting for my shoes and peered at Dustin who was currently perched on my bed surrounded by some of the outfits that I discarded for being so inappropriate.
‘‘What the hell is wrong with me?’’ I inquired in a naive manner while pushing him away to get the black dress he had been sitting on and gathering the remaining garments that were stacked on top of my bed.
I only packed one or two dresses with me on our trip to Worcester, and I already used them when Easton and I went for a movie date, and when we’re on our way here to Hoboken. The majority of my clothes were either too business-like or way too casual for a dinner date. It's a good thing I still had some of my older outfits in my
