Seth definitely decided to live up to his threat and made sure I needed a shower this morning… twice. I don’t know what time the maid and chef arrived, but I’m pretty sure they heard plenty, and possibly the whole palace.
I’m standing in the closet staring at the racks of clothes. My hair is dried and curled well, I put on some very nice makeup. I put on a nice set of black, lacy underwear, but I have no clue what to wear.
“Seth,” I say, worrying my lip. “I don’t know what to wear.”
He walks up behind me and looks through, pulling out a blue pencil skirt and a white top. I look at him, but I realize he’s wearing black and I frown.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, placing his hand on my lower back.
“We won’t match. You’re wearing black,” I say, taking it from his hand.
He rolls hi
