“I’ve booked a reservation at the Rooftop Restaurant at six tonight,” Damien said.
Daniella looked at the clock while lying on the couch; it was already 5pm.
She had just been hazily staring into nothing for the past hour and she had been repeating this routine for nearly two weeks.
Get up.
Eat.
Lie down.
Eat.
Sleep.
Then repeat.
“Daniella,” he called out.
Daniella turned over from her position to face the back of the couch.
Her knees were nested around her chest and her hands were scrunched up in front of her.
“You should start getting ready. There is a formal dress code,” he instructed.
Daniella closed her eyes and clenched her jaw.
“I’m not going,” she whispered.
“Daniella, speak up. I can’t hear you when you’re huddled behind the couch,” he said aloud.
She slowly got up
