After recalling my laptop, I dragged my foot towards my vanity. My hands where placed on my hair lifting each strand piled to foldable sizes upward. I picked a hair Parker from my bed and placed it on my hair, trying to create a bun.
Arriving there, I sat in front of the vanity, my reflection had this sort of weird mixture of discomfort and uncertainty.
My father's confrontation earlier couple with Marcel's urgency weighed heavily on my mind and it was creating a tumultuous storm of thoughts within me. I acted alright but deep down in me, I knew that I was worried about William and his response.
And then, The room was now silent, there was a stark difference to the recent hectic crazy exchanges.
All I needed at that moment was some clarity from William. At least to get a sense of di
