Attarah stood in front of a mirror in one of Marcus' many bedrooms. She was satisfied with her reflection and the outfit she wore, almost certain that Marcus had not chosen to pack it alone. As much as she adored him, she didn't exactly see him as much of a fashion inclined man.
She currently wore slightly baggy blue jeans that were rolled up at the bottom, white shoes and an off the shoulder red long sleeved top with a spiraling flower vine pattern. Her hair was down and a new watch was around her wrist to replace the one that had broken from water damage the previous day.
Finally, she picked up her clothes from the previous day and walked down the stairs. Marcus beamed at her as she reached the bottom, taking her old clothes and placing them in the suitcase neatly before zipping it up
