Antonella
You have such pretty hair,” a soft, whimsical voice says from behind me.
Inhaling sharply, I whip around, startled from the unexpected intrusion.
It’s her. Mia
The girl that made me feel safe a little bit.
"What are you doing here?" I ask, trying to sound casual despite my growing unease.
Mia with fire and ice in her gaze, and the same creepy smile tipping up her lips that she’s currently wearing.
Long blonde hair curls around her waist, and deep brown eyes stare at me from the doorway.
I’m standing at the full-length mirror, attempting to French braid my hair.
Ryder gave me a tough night and rudely awoke me this morning by storming in, throwing a soft pair of joggers and a t-shirt at me, and demanding I get ready before slamming the door behind him on his way out.
