I trudged back to the packhouse, my mind clouded with frustration and my heart heavy, barely noticing the curious glances from others as I walked by in nothing but a pair of navy shorts and a black bikini top. The air felt thick as I pushed open the door and of the packhouse stormed past Noah, who stood near the entrance, his expression a mix of concern and confusion.
Ignoring his gaze, I made a beeline for the bathroom at the end of the hall, the fluorescent lights above me, casting an unflattering glare. Inside, I rummaged through my bag, pulling out a crisp white blouse, fitted jeans, and sleek black boots. As I slipped into the more appropriate attire, I struggled to tame my damp, messy hair, brushing it out with shaky hands before checking my reflection. The transformation felt neces
