“I don't have to prove anything to you. I'm not scared of you.” Electra insists.
He scoffs. “Chicken.”
She gasps. “You did not!”
Anders tilts his head staring at her. An expression that says he just did.
“I'm not a chicken.”
“Okay.” His tone is taunting as he walks away.
She rolls her eyes. “I'll join you shortly. Lemme change.”
She goes to her room, showers again and changes into her PJs. Reconsidering, she takes off the PJs and adorns a nightie.
She looks in the mirror. She looks and feels refreshed, and she smells clean too. She shakes her head at herself. She can't believe she's preparing for any eventualities that may arise with spending time with Anders. A part of her she doesn't want to acknowledge is eagerly anticipating and hoping for an eventuality.
She steps out of her
