As his back disappeared completely through the glass walls, I turned away to see Beverly rummaging through her bag.
" Alright...." She said " let's get started on your ideal type of clothes "
she sits down on the closest lounge chair. Logan went out of his way to get me someone who would bring clothes to me. How long did he intend to keep me locked up here?
I took the sit on my dresser chair and faced her, my eyes glancing at the door every now and then.
She points a chart book to me, showing the different types of clothes drawn and sketched on the white paper. Clothes ranging from the different kinds and colors of gowns, tops, jeans, blazers and jackets, shoes and bags.
I couldn't bring myself to know what I wanted to pick. All my life all I've worn were faded and old jeans with sn
