On Saturday morning Xander brings me coffee in bed. I thank him and take it, drinking it in it’s entirety before getting out of bed. I see a new garment bag hanging in the closet as Xander comes up behind me.
“I figured you might need something black. It should fit.” He murmurs quietly.
I nod my head - all I can manage without crying. I open the bag and look at it. Xander slides out of the room giving me some privacy.
It’s actually quite pretty. It has a 50s influence to it, except all black. It has capped sleeves and a slight flare to the skirt. There’s a bit of texture layered over the bodice.
I sigh and change into it, sliding on a pair of black ballet flats and clipping my hair up and back. I stare in the mirror and realize I’m missing jewelry. I glance at my bag and retrieve t
