*Outing*

Chapter 31

Vanessa's POV:

The room seemed more like a fancy store than a personal closet. There were numerous expensive brands, some unfamiliar to me. The colors and varied materials made decision-making tricky.

I stood alone in this extravagant place, feeling small beside the tall shelves. Swiftly, I jotted down my needs: a shirt, pants, a vest, a jacket, a tie, socks, and shoes.

Most colors were subdued—beige, brown, grey, navy blue, white, and black. Perhaps he disliked bright colors altogether? That might explain why I never saw him wear any.

I chose a white shirt with intricate bird patterns and checked off each item. Neatly arranging everything on the sofa, I meticulously matched the ensemble. As I sorted pants and aligned everything, the door opened.

"Sir, I've readied your clothes," I announced.

"Ok," came his brief reply.

Inspecting the clothes, the next thing I heard was him yelling my name.

"Vanessa!" I momentarily puzzled over why he'd be calling me and rushed to address h