Zinnia
I stood in the bathroom, staring at my reflection in the mirror. Blank eyes stared right back at me. I sucked in a breath as I brought the gold platted gown I brought earlier on my walk with Alex.
It fit me like a glove. It hugs all the right curves of my body. Putting the dress aside, I went back to staring at myself in the mirror. I tried recalling how my life had been before Reed ever came into the picture.
It was boring. Plan. I realised I had fallen into a pattern that even an eighty-year-old in a retirement home would find monotonous. But I had managed to make it work. Go to work, close late, sleep in and would only wake up when it was time to check into work.
But now, I couldn't imagine ever going back to that. I would lose my f*****g senses. Reed, despite his rough exter
