Chapter Fifteen

CHARITY POV

I throw my bag down, taking in my new room. The walls are bare, and boxes sit in the corner. Each labeled with its contents, the walls are bare, dying for my artistic aesthetic. My white bed covers not having the same effect in this bland space.

Not having the time to organize, I kneel, taking things from the backpack, and placing them on the desk. Once the bag is empty, I find the box labels’ shoes. Tearing it open, I reach in, grabbing strappy white heels. I set them aside, looking for the cardboard holding my dresses. Ripping the tape off, I dig through the pile until I find the light pink off shoulder dress.

The sleeves having a slight poof with a sweetheart neckline. It hugs the waist until flaring outward. The kind of dress that a woman deserves to twirl in, regardless of her age. Folding it neatly, I place it beside the shoes before digging through the rest for my makeup.

Once all my items are placed in my bag, I exit, going down the hall. I’d rather get ready with