บท 699: Starved For Statements

Dress to impress was a universal rule of life that everyone's reputation lives and dies by. 

And tonight mine was up on the chopping block, and the only thing separating my reputation from the jagged ax of mediocrity was style and elegance.

Two vital things, that as much as I rifled through my closet, I apparently didn't seem to own.

I pretty much excavated my entire closet trying to find the perfect combination of cotton, denim, or leather that won't make me the butt of snide remarks when I ain't looking… to no avail, of course

My hands were numb with the feeling of soft fabric. My legs, fighting an uphill battle through a river of soft, silky quicksand with every step I took across the room.