GINA
I stared at my reflection in the mirror with satisfaction. My hair was arranged in a more stylish pixie cut. I had it done over the weekend since I had the weekend off. I got new clothes as well. The anger that rushed through me was a welcoming feeling. I was confident, possibly even fearless at this very moment. I knew something within me had snapped since my last encounter with Irina.
My one week of rest was over and I had to return to the kitchen. Roberto had a fit when he saw my outfit and demanded I change immediately. From the way his face turned red when I refused, I was almost sure his face was about to catch fire. I bit hard on my lip, so I wouldn't burst out laughing. The other Kitchen staff looked at me with a mixture of puzzlement and admiration, some contempt.
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