Lana's POV
I stared at the mirror for long straight minutes.
Looking at the girl before me.
Criticizing and applauding myself.
Trying to take in deep breaths and calm this racing heart of mine.
I washed my fingers, retouched my lip gloss, and straightened my shoulder ready to go back out there and face the silent scanning eyes that didn't seem like they saw but were definitely fixed on me.
But it seems what you fear most comes looking for you.
That particular figure, the one that had stirred emotions, was standing there.
Talking with him, Adrian.
Although he was slightly taller than Adrian, it was obvious who controlled the room.
Adrian stood with his hands in his pockets, the suit accentuating the curves of his shoulders.
Big and broad.
The air in the restroom had been cool,
