My brain was already spiraling into DEFCON one mode.
Why the f**k hadn’t I just ordered the damn dress earlier?! I’d done the legwork. I had options saved, dresses I could absolutely see myself in. And yet, here I was—panicking like a dumbass because I had procrastinated my way into a corner.
This was textbook analysis paralysis. I hadn’t wanted to commit. I’d been scared I’d find something better later, so I just hadn’t made a decision at all. And now? Now I was f****d because I left it too late.
I clenched my jaw, frustration simmering in my chest.
God, I hate my brain sometimes.
I yanked my mouse across the screen and clicked open the link to the dress I had liked most—funny how now that I was under pressure I knew exactly which one I wanted, right?
It was cool and edgy. Maybe ev
