Adeline’s POV
“Woah,” I heard a male’s voice coming from the main part of my bedroom. “Were you robbed, Adeline?”
I shot my head out from the walk-in closet where I had been scavenging for at least twenty minutes. My face was flushed from looking for my clothes as I emerged from the adjoining room and walked up to him.
“Johnny!” I called out relieved. “Do you know what happened to my clothes?”
“What do you mean?” Johnny asked as he held up a creamed colored blazer, the matching pants lying somewhere over one of the couch chairs that sat on the other side of the room. “Aren’t these your clothes? Honestly, I’ll never understand why women say they don’t have clothes—”
“No!” I pulled the blazer out of his hands so he could look at me. “These are most definitely not my clothes, does this even look like something I could pull off? Look at me. Where are my clothes I brought from the dorm? They were in my suitcases when I came over and—”
“Oh those,” he yawned. “I threw them away.”
