Chapter 32 Someone Was Dying This Night

• Storm's POV
• " First things first, these are my clothes and I like them so I'm going to wear them, you have no right to tell me what to wear and what not to wear. I'm wearing them and that's final." I turned away from him and increased the volume of my tutorial video, trying to concentrate on getting my flawless makeup. My grip on the concealer was too tight that I spilled it on the table
• "Fuck, I can't believe he just said he won't let me out of the house because of how I'm dressed, how does that even make sense," I muttered to myself, grabbing wipes from the box and cleaning up furiously.