NIRELLE
I knew it was no use trying to figure out what I had done to Lucien last night that was so evil, so I just ignored it and decided to carry on with my day. I was yet to decide if drinking alcohol was something I was going to do again, but my list still had plenty of things on it that I was yet to do as well, so maybe I'll put off drinking until there is no option but to do it again.
I look down at my phone and notice it is almost time for lunch. Lucien had graciously allowed me to skip breakfast because of how hungover I was; I doubt he would let me skip lunch and dinner. I sit by the mirror and begin to use the powder brush to dust my face, as I had seen the staff do the other day.
Why was I suddenly interested and concerned about what I look like? There was a time in my life wh
