“Let’s get this started,” I tell myself as I get ready for the picnic with Ryker.
I am not about to throw on what first greets me when I open the closet. If he’s making an effort to cheer me up, I believe I should do the same and dress up nicely.
Putting in effort in something as trivial as this might not be the perfect escape to my reality, but at least it’s working - if only partially.
Should I wear a dress? I ask myself.
Ryker did say he was going to borrow his father’s pick-up. A nice change that doesn’t occur too often. I should just jump on the occasion and wear something nice - more feminine.
A white frilly dress comes to my mind and I bring it out of the closet. I put it on and admire my reflection in the mirror. I don’t look too bad if I can say so myself.
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