Cara's POV..
To pull my hair up or let it fall down in all its voluminous glory. This was my current big decision as I stare at the reflection of my face in the old, blurry mirror of my vanity. I had been at it for a good thirty minutes.
I usually wasn't an indecisive girlie but when I had to do something I didn't want to do or lacked motivation for any task, I had a hard time being precise and organised about it.
Take this stupid event I was to be at in less than two hours for example. I had dreaded it all week, in fact it had been a constant lump in my throat and a heavy rock in my belly. I so didn't want to go, but the consequences of defying my mother would be way worse than a few torturous hours with the Salvatores.
F u c k this.
I didn't want to see my mother's haunting face o
