I closed my bedroom door and stood against it.
Ten seconds of just standing there.
Then I walked to the mirror.
Wild red hair going in seven directions. Dark circles that looked painted on. Flushed cheeks. Faded bunny pyjamas.
This was what I had been wearing.
This was what I had looked like sitting across from Dante Romano for over an hour. Laughing. Talking. Leaping on him and wrapping my legs around his waist like a complete and total…
I covered my face with both hands.
The sound that came out of me was half groan half laugh and neither was helpful.
He had sat there the whole time and said nothing. Not one word about the hair or the circles or the general disaster of my appearance. He had just looked at me like I was the most interesting thing in the room and laughed at things I
