Claire's P.O.V.
My room had never been this messy as it had been today. I never imagined myself saying this but that day I literally had nothing to wear. I stared at all the clothes laying on my bed and contemplated what to wear.
I wanted to go with something dark and bright, not a pastel colour but I was getting nowhere with my preferences. Nothing seemed good enough to wear.
"Still deciding," Dad spoke from behind me, giving me a near-death attack.
"Seriously dad, you scared me," I said taking a breath. He ignored me and looked at the pile of clothes, spread on my bed.
"Wear black. It suits your personality." He spoke after few minutes of gazing at all the clothes. I looked at him with knitted brows.
"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" I asked.
"Unless you admit that you're goi
