The following morning, before indulging in a refreshing shower, I gathered Heather's clothes and discreetly tucked them into my bag. While delicately smoothing moisturizer onto my skin, Lucinda curiously glanced through the door.
"Why are you dressed like that, babe?"
I had on a white undershirt with a blazer over it, fitted jeans, and flat closed-toe shoes.
"Why? What's the issue with my outfit? I have a meeting today, so I need to appear somewhat formal."
"You have even more stylish and beautifully coordinated outfits in your suitcase for formal occasions."
"Tsk! Not today. We still have a few days ahead. I'll save it for another day."
She proceeded to search through my suitcase.
"Here, take a look..." She presented the three-piece ensemble, a lacy cream undershirt, and the matchi
