Aaron gave me the dress and I went to the washroom to get change. I looked for the tags before I put it on, and while it seemed clean, I was still not sure who it belonged to. I just have to close my eyes and try not to think about who wore it first. If this is what it means to not marry the Prince of Hell, then maybe it's a little price to pay.
Surprisingly, the clothes and shoes fit well. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought it actually looked great on me. I didn't have any make-up on me, so I just had to settle for lip gloss. I hope I don't look too pale. Else, people will think I'm sick. Ah, the hell I care!
I hanged my uniform in the cubicle and used the hanger that came with the dress to make sure I didn't wrinkle it. I have to change again when we get home from the office
