Chapter 8

I groan at the outfit my mother holds out to me: a pink blouse with a belt that cinches at the waist and a pair of dress pants.

 “I’ll wear that on one condition!” I exclaim in dread, seeing her sceptical look.

 “What is the condition?”

“I get to wear my black flats or black ankle boots.” I state.

“Now, when you mean boots, do you mean the combat pair or the pair I approved of beforehand?” She asks, and I chuckle.

“The latter. You already know those boots would look good with this outfit anyway, as the pants are long.” I answer, and she smiles with satisfaction. She knows that if I had it my way, I’d wear sweat pants for this tour.

“Deal, now let’s hurry up and get ready.” My mother squeals, excited to finally dress me the way she wants. Resigned to my fate, I take the outfit and quickly dress in the bathroom before emerging and taking a seat