DINNER AND THREATS
Maliya POV
After taking a few deep breaths I walked into the bathroom and started to brush out my hair.
Telling myself that it would be okay. That if I did mess up tonight Aeron wouldn't leave. He would stay, wouldn't he?
Once I put the hair brush down I pulled on a pair of tights, which was comfortable once I got used to them. Then I pulled on the white shirt shirt Aeron had said he liked. It had wide openings for the sleeves. The sleeve reached around my hips as the end of the shirt rested against my waist, sucking against the skin. My shoulders were exposed, but after a few moments of staring in the mirror I nodded at my reflection as I pushed my hair over my chest.
My hair now rested against my chest, not as long as before. But longer than when it was cut.
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