The sheer absurdity of the situation before me made me feel like I was in some sort of surreal dream. You know, the kind where you're walking around naked in public but no one seems to notice—only this time, I was fully clothed and very much aware that something was off, but no one else seemed to be batting an eyelash.
I stood there, rooted to the spot, half expecting Aiden to crack a smile and reveal that this was all some elaborate joke, but he just remained his usual cool, inscrutable self. Genevieve, on the other hand, looked completely at ease, as if showing up in someone else's outfit was the most natural thing in the world. Did she even realize what she was doing? Or was this just some bizarre coincidence? My brain was having a hard time processing the possibility that the universe had aligned in such a peculiar way, all while my face probably looked like I'd just seen a ghost—one wearing a very familiar ensemble.