Elowen

Once Zephyr decided to be a tyrant, there was no reasoning with him.

The rest of the morning was a masterclass in psychological discomfort. I had to make an emergency detour to Frezzies—an undies shop—on my way to campus, sprinting through the bright red aisles in a state of high anxiety just to buy a cheap, scratchy multipack of nylon panties.

Changing in a cramped, fluorescent-lit university bathroom stall did absolutely nothing to improve my mood.

By the time my afternoon classes let out, I was an absolute wreck. The combined trauma of my missing boutique wardrobe and the bizarre encounter with Derrick—who had actually followed through on Isa's...