I clean the room and try to smooth the wrinkles of my dress down. I wash my face with cold, cold water to stun last night's events out of me and brush my hair with my fingers. Despite not having a brush or comb, it still looks flawless.
Alessandro is taking an eternity to return. I have no way of communicating with him. No phone, nothing. Well, there is a phone here in the room, but who would I call? I don't have his number. All I can do is sit here with my grumbling stomach and wait for his arrival.
I can't believe that he kissed me last night. In fact, that whole scene is a little hazy so I'm left wondering if it even happened at all, but of course it did. I'm not prone to having lucid dreams or hallucinations, although that night Flora came for the ring felt pretty real. I don't kno
