Julia’s POV
As I stepped out of the bathroom, the familiar scent of my lavender-scented shampoo lingered in the air, mixing with the faint aroma of George's aftershave. I glanced at myself in the mirror, running a comb through my damp hair. I blowed dried it for some minutes while applying products on it.
“Okay, so I have good news and bad news for you, pick your poison,” George called from his spot on the bed, his eyes fixed on the glowing screen of his MacBook Pro.
I paused, the comb freezing in my hair as a mixture of anticipation and anxiety fluttered in my chest. "Okay, shoot," I said, trying to sound nonchalant.
“Pick one.” George countered.
I rolled my eyes. “The bad one?!”
“Wait! The good one, so I can feel excited about something before hearing something sad.” I blurted ou
