Iris
The following day is the day of the exhibition, and I still don’t have anything suitable to wear. But after yesterday’s incident, I don’t exactly feel inclined to go out shopping. Plus, it’s pouring rain even harder than yesterday.
The most obvious solution, of course, is to raid my old closet for a dress.
But that’s easier said than done. I find myself standing outside the bedroom door, trying to build up the courage to open it and go inside. Even from here, I can practically smell Arthur’s cologne lingering in the air, and I can see the exact layout of the room if I shut my eyes.
This is the third time I’ve stood outside this door today. The first time was this morning, before breakfast, and I hesitated for a split second before I quickly turned on my heel and went d
