Drying my hair with a towel only after my night shower as I sat in front of a mirror of my cabinet dress was really time-consuming. It’s worth it anyway as using a blower would do more damage to my curly hair. Though, I’d blow dry it only in the morning when I had to go to work as there’d be less time for me to prepare for everything.
Luther finished his shower and came out from the walk-in cabinet with blue striped button-down pajamas just like mine. We’re wearing matching couple PJs—his idea, not mine. He took away the towel from mine and continued drying my hair. This was our routine every night since we spent our weekend here in the mansion. This was the third consecutive time we’d been here, and everything seemed to be going well except for my nightmare. It wouldn’t simply go away.
