But I didn't bring any extra clothes, she thought, hugging her knees for a moment. She looked around the cozy cabin it's looked neat, luxurious, but unfamiliar. Her eyes landed on the tall wardrobe in the corner.
Curiosity nudged her up from the bed. She padded over on bare feet, tugging the handle gently.
When the wardrobe doors swung open, her eyes widened with a small gasp. Inside, several neatly folded outfits hung on soft hangers was simple dresses, cozy cardigans, and even comfortable sleepwear. All in soft colors she liked, all new. And all exactly her size.
Her fingers brushed the fabric, they are smooth, warm, fresh-smelling. The tiniest smile bloomed across her lips.
Did he… think of this? She imagined him telling someone to make sure she wouldn't get cold or uncomfortable, even if he never said it out loud.
Leo never said much. Never smiled. Never praised her. Yet somehow, he seemed to remember every little thing.
