34. I Can't Believe My Eyes

I toss the phone on my king-size bed as I prepare to get dressed for a party I was the least interested in attending. I promise you, if Riley weren't family, I wouldn't go tonight to this event. I wanted to call Taesha tonight, but that will have to wait until tomorrow. When I do call her, I don't want anything to interfere. I'm going to make sure my schedule is all clear. So I stand in my walk-in closet, trying to figure out what to wear. Everything is already color-coordinated. My stylist has the closet organized with black items to my left and gray clothing to my right. The pinstripe white and gray shirts are in one section, and my ties come in shades of blues, reds, golds, and multi-colors. That way, it wouldn't matter which one I picked. It all will match superbly. But tonight, I'm not going to wear a tie that would require me to put on a suit. So, I pick something else to wear from the casual section in my closet.

"Humm, what to wear?" I tap my finger on my chin. Then, I begin