The next day, I woke up pretty early to find something suitable to wear. It was the middle of autumn, so the wind and cold were already noticeable in the air, so I couldn't just wear anything.
I wanted a dress to look nice and more grown-up to go out with Arthur, so sneakers were completely out of the question, as were skirts or dresses in pastel or vibrant tones.
After an hour of digging through the sea of clothes I had stored in the closet, I ended up wearing a plaid skirt in autumnal tones, brown, yellow, and orange, which I paired with a long-sleeved blouse that hugged my figure.
I tied my hair into a ponytail with an orange bow and, of course, put on makeup, just enough to be noticeable but not so much that I'd look like a clown. I combined all that with black tights, brown boots,
