Chapter 184

Christina's POV I headed upstairs and opened the first door I found. A walk-in closet. Not just any closet—one filled to bursting with clothes. Dresses, tops, sandals, over a dozen different pairs of sunglasses. All in my exact size. Every piece something I'd actually want to wear. I grabbed a light green t-shirt from a hanger and paired it with white athletic pants. My hair was a mess from the flight, so I pulled it into a tight ponytail and checked myself in the mirror. Casual. Clean. Annoyingly... perky. Whatever. Everyone at the airport looked ready for the beach. I could blend in for once. When I came back downstairs, I walked straight up to Hudson, did a little spin, and turned back. "How do I look?" He stared at me for a moment, perhaps a beat too long. "You look good." Then he disappeared upstairs. Ten minutes later, I heard footsteps and looked up, nearly choking. "Are you serious right now?" He was wearing the exact same outfit. Same green shirt. Same white athletic pants. Sa