I sighed as the water pelted down on me, burning the memories of last night's kiss into my skin yet again. At this point, everything Fabian did left me forever engraved, forever ever green in my memories, in my skin.
I swallowed hard and turned off the shower, then slowly stepped out. Luckily for me, Fabian was not in the room. I slowly went around, drying my hair and getting ready. My eye bags had reduced by a lot, and I tried a bit of the makeup I had brought with me to try and conceal the rest. I wasn't sure if it worked, but I knew that was where my skills ended.
I gave a small sigh and turned away from the mirror. The suit was sitting in the box, and for a while, I just stared at it. Do I need to do this? Would father be happy? Would this be the right thing to do? Did I really need
