Twenty minutes later, on our way to Humphrey’s office, I found myself regretting the decision to agree to wear something from Celeste’s closet. Don’t get me wrong—she’s got amazing style. But the majority of her stuff is way too skimpy or tight for my comfort. I’m more of a hoodie and jeans kind of person.
The black tights with imbued crystals aren’t much of a problem—but the chunky heeled ankle boots and lacy white cami are starting to become an issue. Sure, both are stunning, but I have yet to master the art of walking in anything with a heel attached to it. And I’m starting to feel the effects of the early evening’s wintry air.
We were in such a rush that it didn’t cross my mind to grab a jacket. Not that I would have thought of it in the first place, considering it feels like a furna
