Chapter 27

22nd February 9:10

The following morning I was feeling ill. So Alastair demanded we go to see the doctor

After helping me clean up. Alastair goes as far as to dry blow my hair and comb it for me. I argued but had no luck. One firm glares from him and I got quiet.

Once I'm clean, I hopped to the walk-in closet to choose a dress. But the walk-in closet was empty except for one dress. It was a blue full-sleeve, knee-length dress. If I wore it, not even an inch of me would be visible

I turned to look at him–who was leaning on the door with a smug look on his face–and I immediately came to realize that he wanted to cover me, so no one looked at me. Usually, I'm wearing clothes that are a little too revealing, he had pointed out that last night.

Ugh, "You can't control me like this," I said. A statement.

He shrugged with a look that says I can and I will.

I didn't want to argue, so I walked to the drawer to pile out a pair of underwear. Again only to find it empty.

Mouth gaping I t