Boy, did Ayla take this whole thing seriously.
"What is this?" I ask, still feeling groggy. I went downstairs to eat breakfast and when I came back to my room, Ayla was waiting for me with two piles of different colored dresses with different fabric materials.
She pants looking like she just ran a marathon, the strain of going back and forth in my room takin a toll on her. "Well, I figured since you have an evening shift tonight, I wouldn't be able to help you get ready for your date so, I took the liberty in choosing options for your dress."
"What, did you also pick my outfit for the whole month?" I throw my hands in the air. My room was a pile of mess. You would think a dynamite had exploded in my closet.
She blinks. "I could?"
"No." I push some of her piece of clothing to the side
