Her hand slipped into her bag, fingers fumbling in a rush then paused.
Fabric.
She pulled it out.
The skirt.
It unfolded before her eyes—
And her breath hitched.
"Oh no… not this one." Her voice dropped into disbelief. "I thought I packed the longer one…"
Panic flickered across her face as she dug deeper into the bag, tossing things aside in growing frustration. Once. Twice.
Nothing.
The rest?
All of them—
Dirty.
Clothes she had already worn over the past few days, crumpled and useless, carrying the faint evidence of time and wear.
There was no backup.
No second chance.
Nothing but the wrong skirt and her growing frustration.
Nothing to save her.
Today was the last day of her stay and this was all she had.
Her hand rose to her forehead, pressing hard as if she could crush the situation away. "He's going to think I dressed like this on purpose… like I'm trying to seduce him." She let out a sharp, bitter scoff. "I hate this… this is completely messed up."
