Minutes ago, as Mr. Huston headed for the bathroom, a surge of restlessness overcame me. I couldn't resist the urge to see the world outside our room. The thought of Pom, the absence of anyone else, and the daring nature of my strapless dress left me with a sense of vulnerability and unease.
After hastily opening the door, I stepped out onto the threshold, peering into the hallway. It was eerily quiet, with no sign of any other occupants. A sense of isolation gripped me, and I couldn't help but wonder where everyone had gone.
I silently questioned whether it would be appropriate to venture downstairs in my current attire. The sultry nature of the dress made me hesitant, and I feared the judgment of others if they were to see me in such a revealing state.
I bit my bottom lip, torn between the desire to explore and the fear of judgment. It was a moment of uncertainty and self-doubt, one that left me grappling with my own insecurities.
