JASMINE
I turn off the shower, letting the last pellets roll off my body before drying my body with a towel, wrapping it after and stepping out of the foggy room.
My eyes latch onto a dress contrasting beautifully with the white sheets. The bland sheets make the dark green dress stand out like a thick foliage, blossoming for the first time.
It wasn't here before and I sure as hell didn't have any dress like that. I scan my room, my steps cautious and my body more alert to any attack. I skip across the room and turn the lock twice, tugging at the knob to ensure it doesn't open.
There is a white note propped by the neck of the dress, a terrible handwriting scrawled across the sheet. The ink is blotched but it is legible.
“For you to wear tonight for our date, Andre...?” He even signed o
