IRENA
Saturday 2nd January
I rolled over, hitting my alarm off. Eight am, a pretty decent lie in, all things considered. I have a quick shower, towel drying my hair and rubbing my dahlia scented body lotions into my skin.
Dahlia. I hadn't heard from her since I had rejected Camille. I could still shift into her, but she wouldn't, talk to me now.
I was completely alone.
I draw on a simple cat eye, opting for a dark brown lip, before heading over to my clothes. I pick out an ivory, thin knit, roll neck, fitted jumper, pairing it with a mustard cord, high waisted mini skirt and the black knee high boots I was wearing yesterday. I grab my bag and trench coat, throwing them over my arm before heading downstairs for breakfast.
I grab a seat in the dining area, helping myself to the buffe
