Heart Of Maiden(I)

Cloths! Cloths!! Cloths!!!

She had too many…

According to her zodiac, she is the person who is highly intelligent, reserved and very organized.

Well here is the biggest proof to go against this stupid statement. The room is the messiest it could ever be. The shirts on the bed, jackets on the sofa ew! Not to mention the panties on the windows.

But one could see the collection of the clothes is top rate.

Latest summer jeans collection to last Friday launched T-shirts, everything could be found in that mess and she is in the middle of this dump of clothes deciding which to pack.

The black jacket she bought yesterday or the long indigo coat -_-

If she takes that leather jacket, she will be happy but it isn't good choice to wear in such formal event. She will look like the leader of gang that roams around the neighborhood carelessly. If she takes that long coat, it will look good to present in that dress. She will look civilized elegant and have the image of woman full with virtues. But the problem was that she had worn that many times.

She could choose another one from that bundle but she already had picture wearing them. The only left ones were these two pieces.

Gosh!!! Her head is hurting!

Finally she put aside that leather jacket and put the indigo one inside bag.

Now it was the turn of her jeans, shirts and shoes. She was already counting the days she will spend there and what to wear on each day.

That's a lot of work for her. She didn't know when she will finish packing them.

Right now her only goal in life was to dress beautifully and flaunt her not so pretty face and walk the streets, taking multiple photos of her.

Her Closet was the dream place for someone who love dressing up. From vintage collection to the elegant ones including cool crops everything was there.

She really is obsessed with the clothes. Even if she doesn't go outside she loves staying in her home looking cool.

Due to her obsession with the clothes she had gotten into the serious problem with her mother.

Once there was this cool type of T-shirt. When she saw them for the first time, she fell in love. With the countless hours juggling between which colors to buy, she couldn't reach the final decision so at last she bought them all.

At first looking at that quality of fiber, her mom praised her saying the only good thing about her after spending money in those things is that she could select higher quality fiber clothes.

She liked them so much that she asked her few of the T-shirts for herself," It is getting hotter lately. Its perfect to wear in summer."

She hummed in agreement.

But the next sentence she added made her nearly stumbled.

"Aiyo! I never knew we could get such good quality clothes in buy one get one free."

She held the water bottle tightly. It nearly slipped out her hand.

"Sometimes! We can get lucky." She said timidly.

If she knew that she bought them individually… she will kill her.

"I didn't knew you were this lucky. Daughter! Where did you buy this? Let's visit that place and buy more. Since I am old I don't mind wearing same clothes every day."

She bit her tongue and lied through her teeth," Near that big department store in central town. There was flash sale, yesterday was the last day so we can't get them anymore."

"Oh! What a pity. It was a good deal. You should have told me sooner."

"I didn't know you would like them." She smiled awkwardly glancing at her mom hoping she would drop this topic.

She hid her sweaty hands behind her back afraid her mom will know she is lying.

"Next time, if there is such offer you should buy many. Mom will pay for it."

She sighed and walked away.

She wasn't normal person.

If she was how could she buy the all of clothes looking same? They were only different in shades. She was core infected. Her purse couldn't say no to such beautiful clothes.

That was the first time she felt thankful that her mom mind worked slower than her hands. If it was other day she would had already gotten flying broom, slippers whatever was around her.

But it was the calm before the storm. She was going to bite back her words.

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