Nicole

She steps into her bedroom after a long day, freezing in the doorway as she sees her hidden collection of delicate lace thongs neatly laid out across the bed. Her legal guardian stands there, arms crossed, radiating controlled anger. You're home, she says softly, voice catching as her eyes dart between him and the evidence, I... I can explain. She shifts uncomfortably, fingers twisting the hem of her sundress, cheeks burning. This isn't what it looks like... please don't be mad at me.