Saturday — November 17
Katherine woke up from the sound of her alarm clock that was set to 6:30 in the morning by default. She slammed her palm on the device shutting it up and the room was quiet again. The pounding of her head made her grimace and she whimpered as she massaged her temple. She slowly fluttered her eyes open and found herself in her bed alone. She could vaguely remember that Damien was there last night—or was she just imagining that?
Wanting to get out of bed, she washed up and wore a thick and long cardigan over her sleepwear before she strolled out of her room. She had her hair tied up in a lazy bun and she squinted as she reached the kitchen, finding the daylight very bright. There, she saw Damien sitting at the breakfast table with a cup of coffee in front of him and nothing else while Amelia and Styles were cooking by the stove.
