What he has up his sleeves

It was Mid April; she wasn't sure how the weather would be London, so she ran back to the bed and picked up her phone, browsing about the weather.

Oh, very rainy…

She mumbled in her head before walking back to the wardrobe. She didn't like rainy days, her mom had died on a rainy day. That night was very dreadful and although she was almost forgetting it, she always remembered it when there was a storm; she pulled herself away from the thoughts as she concentrated her eyes on the closet.

When she was released from the dark room and given that room, the wardrobe was already stuffed with wears, ranging from underwear to work clothes to foot wears. Some of them were her size, while the others were not exactly.