I hunted in my wardrobe for something to wear. My mother had insisted on me not going shopping in the clothes I currently had on. I stopped to look down at myself, grimacing. I could see her point. The clothes did not suit me at all. I had worn them this morning just for the sole purpose of irritating Kane. I knew that he always liked me smart and well-turned-out.
Realizing that I had been going through the same set of clothes over and over again, I finally settled on wearing jeans and a flowery shirt.
Shoving my phone into my handbag, I went outside. I was right. My mother already immaculately dressed was waiting impatiently by the car.
She scrutinized my appearance, not finding anything to complain about. She made an impatient gesture.
"Come on, get in."
I rolled my eyes as I got
