DAMIEN
The feeling of the sun’s ray flittering against my skin woke me the next day. As I snapped my head up, a sharp pain shot through my skull.
I groaned loudly, angry about the fact that I had decided to drink with Rafael. I tried to remember the event of yesterday as I made my way to the shower, and got dressed.
The moments I saw Missy downstairs yesterday’s encounter came flooding in. She shot me a displeasing look while I maintained a neutral gaze as I walked past her.
At first, I planned to walk forward without acknowledging her presence, but then an idea struck me, causing me to stop and peer in her direction.
“Good morning Missy!” I said, and she looked like she had just heard a ghost speak. “I need you to dress up. You are coming with me.”
Missy stared at me with disbelie
