“I would love to have breakfast with you,” I found myself typing,
“Alright, I will pick you up in thirty minutes. Dress casually,” he typed, and I suddenly felt my entire body in overdrive. I must try to look my best, but how? With only thirty minutes and a closet full of ugly clothes sponsored by Aunt Claire. I then looked at the back of my closet and saw a perfect rack full of clothes, clothes he had picked up for me, left by Margot.
I looked at it, and I smiled. I had no idea how he knew, but I loved every single piece on this rack. It was me, on steroids. Neutral colors, pops of color, comfortable cuts, some sheer sexiness, and soft fabrics.
I found an off-the-shoulder beige maxi dress. The lower layer of the skirt fell just over my knee, while the transparent fabric made its way
