She must have known or at least suspected. Though I guess from her point of view, it probably just felt like he was cheating on her. At least, that’s how it seemed by the way she was always muttering about him.
“These are your things,” Lana says softly. “If you’re missing anything that should be here let me know.”
I gaze at the open box, and I can see the top of my tiny TV.
Seeing it makes the lump rise in my throat again.
“I’m sure it’s all there.”
She nods. “Okay. Well, that door leads to the bathroom. And this door is your closet. It’s a little … well, extra, because it wasdesigned for an Omega, so don’t be surprised by all the mirrors and gilded edges.”
“Great, thanks.”
She looks me over and bites her lip.
I’m too afraid of bursting into tears to ask what’s wrong so I just look back at her, trying to swallow that damn lump that isn’t going away.
“You’ll be expected to maintain a healthy weight,” she starts. “So, your old clothing might not fit like it used to. I can have the sewing teacher come and take your measurements. We’ll need your sizes for your uniform anyway.”
I breathe out in relief. “Oh, thank God!”
She smiles. “I’ll ask her to visit this afternoon, if that’s okay?”
“Sure.” I nod. “It’ll be good to put something on that fits better.”
“Great. I’ll leave you to settle in.”
She puts the keys in my hand before she goes.
They’re a little heavier than I expect.
I put them down on the bed, and I take my tiny TV out of the box.
Seeing it again makes me smile the same way I did when Colleen gave it to me.
It doesn’t matter how much better the huge TV in the other room is, I’ll never put this one away.
Chapter Eighteen
Robin
The first few days and nights in my new place feel kind of strange. I spend hours cleaning things that don’t need cleaned, just for something to do. I also rearrange the furniture a few times, only to put everything back in its original spot.
This suite is literally perfect. Everything is exactly where it should be.
The space feels bright and open despite the lack of windows.
The couch is pure luxury, and the bed is like laying on a cloud.
I have my tiny TV set up on the nightstand, and I’ve put all my clothes in the dresser across from the end of the bed. The closet is a walk-in, and it feels way too flashy for my old worn-out things.
Just seeing my reflection in the floor length mirror was enough to make me close the door and not want to open it ever again.
The baggy pajamas have become my clothing of choice.
I’m beyond glad I’m getting a uniform for work.
My old clothes are uncomfortably tight, and I feel awkward walking around with my chest and ass stretching out the already threadbare fabric.
