Elena stood in front of her open closet, her eyes scanning the rows of clothes with a mix of frustration and confusion on her face.
She had never been the type to fuss over her office attire. She had always been content with throwing on whatever she thought was comfortable and convenient, but today, she found herself staring down at the six outfits she had picked out, unable to choose one that seemed suitable for a midweek workday.
She sighed, her shoulders sagging as she gazed at the array of clothes before her. A black pencil skirt with a white blouse, a pair of tailored trousers with a crisp button-down, a flowy dress with a pair of sandals. Each outfits were perfectly fine, but for some reason, she couldn't shake off the feeling that none of them were quite right.
