There was a knock at the door sometime in the late hours of the afternoon while I was taking a nap in bed. I stood wrapping the blanket around me. I was dressed only in the lingerie in the cold of the room and walked over opening the massive wooden frame. I had not emerged since I slammed it shut to Collin earlier this morning.
“We are leaving on a flight in a little over an hour. You might want to get ready.” Allessandro instructed.
“Fine.” I said closing the door.
I turned and looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was a tangled mess of waves cascading over my neck and back. My makeup was not removed from this morning and was now a smudgy mess of black and gold against my eyes. Two nice large black lumps had formed under them.
Great, I look just great, I said with a s
