But, if I were being completely honest with myself, the choice of changing my hair was more of a confidence booster than a fashion statement. An illusion I’ve given myself that I at least have some control over my life. This week I’d gone with red. Maybe next week I’ll do midnight blue, or emerald green. Who knows?
“Yeah, I had it dyed red during the weekend. What do you think?”
“It suits you…” Luke said, and my heart thumped in my chest as the words resounded in my head. That’s what Vincenzo had said to me that night…my steps slowed down a bit as his face flashed in my mind. I wondered where he was now, and what he was doing. Was he thinking about me too? Or was I just being delulu for a dangerous criminal?
“Anyway,” he continued, oblivious to my lack of enthusiasm, “I was thinking—”
