The sun was almost out when Coco finished her morning routine.
She bathed herself thoroughly and let the jasmine scent of the soap stick to her skin, then she did her hair and changed her usual hair style, tying her hair in twin pigtails and braiding the rest, letting her braids hang over her shoulders.
She wore her usual linen shirt because it's good for the morning breeze, slipped the robe and let the fabric drape down her frame, then she wore a black pants that hugged every curve of her body, accentuating her figure.
Her shirt was unbuttoned just enough to give the shirt some space so the air would creep in and her pants were snug around her hips and thighs.
The material was soft and form-fitting, clinging to her form like a second skin, making every curve of her body stand out naturally.
She exuded confidence, her heart swelling with pride at how good she feels about herself.
