OLIVIA
I open my closet after bathing and pull out grey sweatpants and a tank top, tossing them to the bed. The old dusty clothes have been replaced with new ones by Dillons' secretary with Rissa's help so it's been easier to pick out clothes lately.
I wear the selected outfit and wear a hoodie matching the color of my sweatpants over the black tank top. I get into a pair of trainers and stand in front of the mirror, tying my hair into a ponytail. I caress the scar on my cheek, remembering my date with Dillon last night. It turned out better than I expected.
"Good morning, Luna Robinson," Rissa says as I cross the living room. "You look sporty today, is it your usual morning walk?"
"Rissa," I say, stopping. "When did you get here?"
"Just a few minutes ago. How did last night go with
