She didn't bother to clean up that night, instead she lay in bed and cried quietly to herself, she played Adele and allowed herself to wallow in self pity for the night. Tomorrow would be a new day.
And it was, she woke tired, she was sore from last nights s*x, her eyes were puffy from crying but more importantly she was determined. She stripped her bed which was covered in flour, having not bothered to change out of her dress before going to sleep, she cleaned her kitchen. Scrubbing it to within an inch of it's life, jumped in the shower and put on some fresh jeans and a tight white t-shirt. She frown putting on her jeans. They would barely do up, she hadn't thought she had put on much weight but then she realised barely eating at Lucians to now actually eating meant she probably had.
