ELARA
After brushing, I delved under the shower and scrubbed my skin until I could feel my pores cry for help before rinsing off. I was patting my hair dry with one of the towels when I heard a feeble sigh at the door and smiled. He was back earlier than I thought- or so I assumed.
I was glad I brought in the floral-printed morning dress as if I knew he would be here before I finished bathing. "I'm almost done," I shrieked excitedly while ruffling my hair after putting on the dress- to look more presentable. Silly me; as if Harold cared about that. He didn't seem like he looked at me that way. Besides why should I care? Ewk!
Wait- he did not reply.
I shrugged it off; possibly shy to respond to a lady in the bathroom- it might be an abomination here or something. Pack doctrine
