Christian I come back to the room half an hour later and find her in front of the mirror. She surprises me by wearing the same dress I suggested to her before going out of the room. Her eyes fell on me through the mirror, startled as if she was not prepared. "Are you done?" I ask. "Almost, I was just wondering-- " she twists her hair a couple of times, holds them up and looks at herself. It seems like she's wondering what hairstyle she should choose. "Let them be. Leave them like that," I tell her. "Because-- " "Don't utter those pick-up lines like-- you look good with open hair," she groans, rolling her eyes at me. "I'll look like a witch after a while." I press my lips to hold my laughter back. "We'll, no. I was about to say that we're getting late and I can't give you another