Carla’s P.O.V
The next morning I woke up bright and early, took a quick shower and then got dressed in my fighting gear. I grabbed a sweater and some sweatpants, putting them on over my fighting gear, not only because it was a little chilly today, but also because it had become a habit for me, almost like a ritual. These clothes were comforting and relaxing for me and they always made me feel a little bit calmer before a fight. I think it was because the sweater used to be Brandon’s, but I packed it by mistake and never had the heart to throw it out. I put my hair up in a ponytail, put my trainers on and then went to the kitchen for breakfast. I ate eggs and toast, savouring every bite. I was all ready for the fight, but I didn't have to be there until two in the afternoon, but I wanted
