Adea
“Well, there was another reason I came up here,” Shane said, distracting me from my thoughts. Before my mind could go off spouting off a whirlwind of possible reasons. Shane motioned with his hand towards the one wall that didn’t have any paintings on it.
I’d been so enamored with all of the paintings, I hadn’t seen the large wooden wardrobe. It had to be twice the size of the dresser I had back on Desert Moon. There were intricate designs and swirls cut into the wood.
I followed him until we stood in front of the large doors. Shane reached out and gripped the handles. Pulling them open, we were met with a blur of colors. Everything from fancy dresses to jeans and comfortable leggings hung on the racks.
“I told you I’m taking you out. That means a date. This-”
“What is all this, Shane?” I asked.
“These are your clothes.”
