Chapter Twenty-Four
Jude
“Maybe I should go shopping for new clothes.” I sighed, hating everything in my closet. For most of my adult life I hadn’t worried about my appearance, but now it seemed vitally important. Would Max care about my clothes?
“Well, there’s nothing I can do about it now.” I mumbled, then lifted my arms and pulled the boring gray button-down shirt over my head without unbuttoning it. A red t-shirt underneath a basic black blazer and a pair of jeans would have to do for tonight, because there wasn’t much else to choose from.
I sat on the edge of the antique double bed and pulled on my jeans, then stepped into a pair of brown leather loafers. When I glanced into the mirror behind the closet door, I had to admit I didn’t look all that bad.
“Maybe I need to…”
A knock
