Her fate dawns on her on the way back

Candace and her mother were driving back from that utterly humiliating experience. God damn it, where the fuck were her clothes?! Looking through her emails on her phone, Candace opened one from Amazon that said her package had been delivered.

Candace looked at the photo the driver sent, and saw the box by a familiar brick wall. Oh fuck, she thought as the realization hit her like a train.

She knew she didn't have enough room on her credit card to place another order.

"Hey Mom," she sheepishly asked, "my order got delivered to the wrong place. Can you buy me another one?"

"Sorry, dear," Janice consoled her daughter, "money's tight this time of year. I'm sure Amazon will help you out."

Candace looked it up, but Amazon said they could only help her until the package was delivered. Since delivery had already taken place, all Candace could do was frantically call her friends up to try to get the package that was outside before something happened to it. Abby!

Candace dialed the number, and Abby picked it up.

"Abby" Candace shouted in a rush, "you gotta help me here. I ordered something on Amazon and sent it to my dorm on accident!"

"Oh wow," Abby said in a shock, "what hall do you live in again?"

"Broodman," Candace piped up, "there's a box by the plants. Please, you gotta hurry and bring it over so you can ship it to my house in Iowa."

"Well, I'm just a few blocks from Broodman, let me call you back in a few," Abby said before abruptly hanging up.

Candace sighed a breath of relief at Abby's help, and was grateful to know what had happened even though it meant she'd have to spend maybe another day in the nude.

Before she could get too comfortable, however, she got a text notification from Abby. She opened it, and her heart dropped as there was a box torn to shreds with strips and patches of fabric poking out of it - another picture showed a vast particolored swath of similar fabric shreds on the snow.

"sorry candy," Abby texted with these photos, "musta gotten stuck in a snowplow or something"

Candace was too shocked to even respond to that nickname. "thanks anyway," she texted back as she downloaded the horrifying photos.

With a huff, she opened the Amazon app and tapped on the order in question. After confirming that she was, in fact, the one who messed up the address last night, she opened a complaint and entered her gripe in the chat window demanding a refund or re-order.

"Did this happen after the delivery?" the agent asked her.

"I believe so," she texted back.

"Then unfortunately we cannot issue you a refund or give you a new order. Sorry for your loss!"

The text window closed before Candace could get a word in, but it was just as well as Janice pulled the car into her driveway.

"Well?" she asked her daughter, "Is Abby taking care of it?"

"No mom, the-" Candace paused her words, "order got mangled up and Amazon won't do anything."

"Oh, I'm sorry sweetie," Janice held her barely-clothed daughter's hand, "you know how those billionaires are."

"I guess," Candace muttered as she got out of the car and walked up to the porch to wait for her mother and the keys as the cold air whisked by under her borrowed jacket. She took in a deep breath as the reality hit her.

She was going to have to be naked all winter break.