Chapter 0047
I knew she was right.
It took a few minutes, but eventually, Irene found a blouse and a matching skirt. I frowned at the skirt, raising an eyebrow at her.
“My pants are fine,” I said, pointing at them.
“Yeah, but this blouse needs this skirt,” she insisted. “Trust me, I know fashion. I bought them as a set, and they deserve to be worn as a set.”
I sighed, shaking my head.
“Don’t you have a regular shirt that doesn’t come with… conditions?”
“I do,” she admitted. “But—this would look so cute on you.”
She jutted out her bottom lip in an exaggerated pout.
“Humor me, Judy. Try it on. If you hate it, you can change into something else. But I know you’ll look gorgeous in this.”
“I’m only going home, Irene. I don’t need to look gorgeous for anything.”
She rolled her eyes and waved off my concern.
“Please?” she begged again, drawing out the word.
I sighed.
“…Fine.”
She clapped her hands together, beaming as she handed me the outfit.
I hated that I actually liked the clothes.
I hated that I liked her.
But Irene made it difficult to dislike her.
“I’ll give you some privacy,” she said, still smiling. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
With that, she slipped past me and out of the bedroom.
I stood there for a moment, feeling… lost.
Ethan’s scent was everywhere.
It was so potent that if I closed my eyes, I’d swear he was standing right in front of me.
Irene’s room felt like a teenage dream frozen in time.
Her dresser was lined with pictures from high school—ones where her prom date had been cut out.
A tiara rested beside them, proof that she had been prom queen.
Cheerleading trophies filled her bookshelves.
Band posters covered her walls.
A plush pink rug matched her bedspread and curtains.
And knowing that Ethan had spent nights in here?
Made my stomach churn.
I swallowed the bile rising in my throat and stripped off my ruined shirt, tossing it into the trash.
My pants followed, neatly folded on the bed.
Then I turned to the outfit Irene had insisted I wear.
It was cute…
But the blouse…
The deep V-cut meant my sports bra would look ridiculous underneath it.
I wished I had worn something better.
But I definitely wasn’t borrowing one of Irene’s bras.
Or giving her the chance to offer me one.
With a sigh, I pulled my bra over my head and tossed it onto the bed.
My breasts broke free from their restraints, and I ran a quick glance over myself in the full-length mirror across the room.
I frowned.
I had full breasts. Curvy hips. A toned stomach from years of core training.
Feminine—but strong.
I took pride in my body.
I had worked for this.
Any man would be lucky to get his hands on me.
Ethan was an idiot for not seeing that.
Then again… Irene was hot too.
Any man would be lucky to have her as well.
I sighed and stepped into the skirt, pulling it up over my hips.
It was short—showing off my legs perfectly.
Since Irene was a bit smaller than me, the fit was snug.
But overall?
Not a bad look.
I turned back to the bed and reached for the blouse.
Just as my fingers brushed the fabric—
The bedroom door swung open.
I gasped, whirling around—
Only to lock eyes with Gavin.
