Chapter 210 Five: Sloan

• I make my way to my bedroom and go into the closet. It's far too big for me, but many others wouldn't agree. I stopped fighting the stylist long ago. Normally I wear what I'm told to. It's chosen from a list of approved clothes and laid out for me like I'm a child. I could wear something new every day for a year and still not wear everything in here. And it's sad because none of it is my style. It's all so clean cut and professional, but I was raised on a ranch in Tennessee. I'm more comfortable in cut-off shorts and dirty boots, but that's not in the dress code. Right now I'm worked up, so I'm going to wear whatever I want. Or at least something that resembles what I'd like to wear. It takes me a while, but I finally find a pair of jeans and a strappy top that is supposed to be worn under something. Not today. It's hot out and I'm going to dress accordingly, even if I don't go outside.
• I go to my desk and dig around for a pair of scissors. I smile as I grab them and go to work on my jeans.
• When I'm finished, I put the clothes on and look in the mirror. I feel more like myself right now than I have in a long time. My pink bra straps are visible under the top, but it's cute. I turn and see that I've cut the jeans too short, but I don't care. Ford will probably report this back to my dad, but he doesn't seem like the type to take care of it himself rather than tattle on me. What could he even do? They're shorts and my vagina is covered. Pretty much.