Secretly Mine

When I finally entered my room, I walked straight towards my closet. Inside, I glanced at the hundreds of different dresses that I’ve accumulated over the course of the year.

My mother was always a stickler about never wearing anything that was outdated, unless it was a vintage, collector’s piece. Every year, the maids would sort through and remove all of the previous year’s fashion to make room for the current trends.

There were so many options-- dresses that I’ve never worn before-- that it made my head spin. I repeated my mother’s instructions like a mantra inside my head.

Knee length, dark colored, semi-formal...

There were many dresses that fit that criteria, but I managed to thin down the options so that there were only two that I had to choose between.

The first one was a classic ’little black dress’. It was form-fitting and had a square neckline, classy and elegant. This would’ve been the one that I would’ve easily chosen if it weren’t for the other dress that caught my eye.

The second dress was very different. It was less elegant and more cutesy-feminine with ruffled sleeves and a sweetheart neckline. It was something I would’ve never chosen in the past, but for some reason, I felt that this dress would fit perfectly with Lucas’s cream suit he always wore.

It was a pretty maroon color and flared out slightly, making it feel more ’princess’ than ’socialite’.

A small smile formed on my lips, "Why not be a little different? It’ll be fun."

After making my decision, I hung the black dress back up and carried the maroon one over to my dressing chair, draping it over the seat.

With the matter settled, I went over to the bathroom and began my nightly routine: showering, drying off, brushing my teeth, and applying moisturizers.