“I am really not in the mood, Sierra,” I mumbled in protest as she placed one outfit after another against me. “Honestly, I don’t want to go anywhere.”
“Sorry, but we are not taking a ‘NO’ for an answer,” Sierra stated in a firm voice. Placing a black dress against my other shoulder, she asked Lilith, “Which one do you think will look good, black or red?”
Lilith walked over to the wardrobe and pulled out a light beige coloured dress. “I think Ayame should wear this one. It will match the coffee-coloured suit worn by him.”
I raised my eyebrows, “Worn by whom?”
“No one.” The color drained from Lilith’s face, but she regained her composure quickly and stuttered, “I didn’t mean any particular person, Ayame. We all are wearing clothes according to a certain theme, right, Sierra?”
“Umm
