Shylah
I woke up this morning feeling drained again. The kind of tired that no amount of sleep seems to fix. Lately, it’s been the same story—low energy, heavy limbs, and a mind that refuses to focus. Strangely, I’ve noticed that whenever I’m around Mr. Mayor at the packhouse, a sense of calm washes over me, like his presence alone is enough to reset my nerves. It’s ridiculous, really, but I can’t ignore how easily I relax near him.
That’s why I decided to head to my office in town today. Maybe being close to him, even from a distance, would help me find some peace—or at least let me rest.
I chose a fitted peach spaghetti strap dress, the fabric soft against my skin and flowing just above my knees. The color brightened my complexion, even if I still felt like a walking zombie. I paired
