Deciding what to wear was easy.
I’m now the proud owner of just a handful of clothes I’ll happily be seen in public in, and this little red dress is one of them. The rest of my belongings sit in garbage bags in the corner of my room.
I’ll donate them to Goodwill, so someone else can give them a good home because I’m not that person anymore. They are a part of my past I don’t wish to remember because what do they say about my character. If I was okay spending that amount of money on clothing, maybe what Cayden says about me not belonging here holds some truth.
But I refuse to entertain such thoughts because I’m determined to find some answers tonight.
Slipping into my heeled ankle boots, I take one final look at my appearance. My copper waves are loose. I’ve washed my hair and applied a
