Dressed for Chaos

Vivienne’s POV

I stared at the wardrobe, my previous panic hardening quickly into a sharp, petty defiance. Since Valentin was strong-arming me into attending this mysterious meeting against my explicit will, I made a firm decision. I would make him suffer. I ripped hangers from the rack, assembling an outfit maliciously designed for maximum visual chaos and embarrassment.

The yellow shirt I cho