Roman had stepped into Carol's room, an air of determination guiding his movements as he approached the tall cupboard. As he pulled open the creaky door, he was greeted by a burst of colors and textures—her clothes were meticulously arranged, hinting at her organized nature.
He scanned the array of gowns hanging in neat rows, his gaze flitting from one fabric to another. Most were simply designed, lacking any extravagant flair, yet they held comfort and familiarity. Some garments bore signs of wear, with hastily stitched patches that suggested her resourcefulness and care.
