With another deep breath, she grabbed the skirt from the corner of her bed and pulled it on. It was soft, falling to the middle of her thighs –black with a tiny floral print, giving it some color. She liked this skirt. It made her feel cute, and she wanted to feel cute. And then the white top, a bit fitted and cropped enough to show a sliver of skin above her waist. Instead of the sandals, she grabbed her white trainers, and then threw on an off-white cardigan. A little oversized, almost falling beyond her skirt.