Chapter 42

I'm not a big fan of settling down and taking hours to search for the perfect combination of an outfit. As far as the colours rhyme, it's decent and there's no hole or gap in it, then I'm good to go. i don't give a fuck actually about what others think. Maybe that was one of the reasons why my ex-fiancee broke up with me. Who knows?

Without wasting any more time I dropped my towel wrapped around my body and picked out whatever that I saw was a good combination in my wardrobe. I believe you all might have a faint idea of what I might have chosen.

No, it isn't a T-shirt and jeans.

I do know that I can't wear that to work. Leslie would just murder me three times with her eyes and bury me somewhere that my body can never be found. I picked out a dark red pencil skirt and a white camisole. Yes, I know the outfit isn't complete yet which is why I will be wearing dark red blazers over it and finalizing the outfit with my six-inch stiletto heels.

I bent down to put on my panties, then I h