CARA
The woman that stared at me from the reflection in the bathroom mirror was a mess.
Was there anyway, in this life, I could get away with damn bed hair?
My hair had somehow, in my sleep, managed to loosen from the bun I had carefully tied it in, and unraveled all over my face and shoulders. I looked like I had just survived a pillow fight with my sister.
And to think Adrian had been sitting opposite from me all this while, and must have had his feel of the mess.
A blush rose to my cheek as I washed my hands, then began to tidy up my hair. I hadn't taken a bag to the bathroom, so I had to make do with my fingers, and some water. I eyed a lotion that sat on th small counter for a full minute, before ultimately deciding it could substitute as a gel.
Once I was satisfied at my not-so
