Iris
The morning starts off quietly, contrary to my expectations.
The intruder from the previous night had left me with a racing heart, feeling uncomfortable and with a strong urge to hit him.
I scolded myself a thousand times before sleeping for being so foolish not to have locked my door. The jerk had seen me almost naked, in that silly lingerie that Agatha bought for me since she changed my entire wardrobe.
Every day, I have to adapt more to what she's left me with. I don't have the time or desire to go out and look for something else, and to be honest, my friend's tastes aren't that bad, I like what I see in the mirror and I feel more confident in myself.
But that doesn't change the fact that Michael, the bastard, saw me in those scraps of fabric and that, because of him, I spent
