All Monique did was twist and turn on her bed. Her grey sheets were rumpled together. Her heart palpitated loudly against her chest, her body incessantly moving whilst her thoughts whisked her to her lost twin. It had been a week since she last saw Oliver. The next day after they met up she made her grand entrance, and she was all over the tabloids. Her mother seemed satisfied with it, and it was a breather for her mother to be out of her hair. But she still couldn’t sleep at that hour and she knew why. But she couldn’t bring herself to admit that it was Nathaniel.
He was going to be having dinner with her tonight, in her flat. It was a grumbling mess. Every article of clothing were haphazardly thrown across the floor. Her table was occupied with unwashed bowls with crumbs of cereal still
