Damien and I walked through the front door of the house together holding hands. It had gotten pretty dark already since we stopped at McDonalds for something to eat as we were far too distracted at breakfast and didn't have time to cook anything else. However, it did give me time to curl my hair which looks so cool but also kind of distracting because whenever I walk, it bounces and catches my eye.
My whole look today makes me look badass. Usually, I'm more of leggings and comfy shirt person unless I feel like a change but the outfits Damien packed for me proved that he has a better sense of style than I do.
"Ah," a tall black man stood and spoke as soon as we had stepped in, holding his hands behind his back. I'm guessing this is Andre based on his guard uniform. "You must be the queen.
