she rummages through her closet,
ever aware of the devilishly handsome boy sprawled on her bed
like he owned it
"fucking hell, where is that dress?"
she didn't even particularly like the dress
her mother had taken her on a guilt-inspired shopping trip back in september,
as an apology for working so many hours at her idiotic job as an interior decorator
she shoves aside a once neatly folded stack of sweaters, revealing an untouched shopping bag emblazoned with the logo of some expensive store
she reaches in, praying for a small miracle
it's the dress
she dashes into her adjoined bathroom, not wanting isaac to see it
it's not that the dress was ugly by any means
she just didn't like it
it made her look like a slut, and she'd told her mother as such
her mother said that she looked very 'mature' and 'elegant'
a high-class, well-paid slut then
YOU ARE READING
into the woods (on hold)
Krótkie Opowiadania*on hold until further notice* she took off her shoes and walked into the woods she felt lost and found with every step she took and she explored things she never would have dared to before
