"When do we leave?"
His brows furrowed together, a small smile formed at the tip of his lips.
"You're certainly not going out looking like you do now."
I frowned as I caught my reflection, makeup was smeared under my eyes, and I looked like s**t.
He continued, "we leave at five o'clock, suitcases have been placed in your closet, your evening attire has already been set out."
I looked at a digital clock hanging on the wall, "it's eight o'clock, what the hell am I supposed to do for the next nine hours?"
I glanced back at him and he seemed distracted, his thumbs were tapping rapidly on his phone.
"Sinister."
He looked up, and glared at me.
"What?" He seethed.
I ignored his raging temper, "what am I supposed to do for the next nine hours?"
He went back to his phone, "I don't give a
