Approaching Danger

"What are you doing?" Joanne asked, trying to peek at his phone.

JD smirked, lifting it out of her reach before taking off up the stairs. "I'm not telling you now. Wait till tomorrow," he called over his shoulder.

She huffed, glaring at his retreating figure, but he was already gone, leaving her flustered, annoyed… And something else she couldn't quite name.

With a sigh, Joanne checked the time. It was getting late. She needed to get ready to pick up Charlotte.

She walked into her room, heading straight to her closet, but as she flipped through her clothes, a strange realization dawned on her.

She had nothing to wear.

Or rather, for the first time in years, she felt like she had nothing to wear.

Had she always dressed this blandly?