Olessia couldn't believe how quickly the long awaited day of the Grind Trine Festival was approaching next week. And panic bubbled inside her as she realized she had nothing suitable to wear... nothing that felt worthy of the celebration, leaving her anxious and frustrated as the countdown grew shorter.
"I don't have any..." Olessia muttered to herself, rifling through the few clothes she owned, her fingers brushing over each item as if hoping something would magically appear. She could literally count them on one hand, a clear reminder of how limited her wardrobe was, leaving her anxious and frustrated.
"You don't have any?" Kaive's voice came from behind, and Olessia jumped, her heart racing. She is frightened because she hadn't expected him to enter her room, the sudden presence catching her completely off guard.
