Standing in front of the mirror in my bedroom, I try to build the courage to go downstairs. There’s no make up. No contacts. No baggy clothes. Just me. I even have my hair down for once.
I don’t feel comfortable, especially when I have to present myself to the only man that’s ever made my heart skip a beat. I clutch the note even tighter in my hand. As if he figured out that I would second guess his request from yesterday, a note was slipped under my door this morning before breakfast.
No Hiding
-C
After I walked out yesterday, I tried my damndest not to think about him. I went out into the gardens to see Tink in action, but while she was multitasking without any issues whatsoever, she would question about my time with Connor…. Constatinos…. Whatever the hell his name is. What made m
