ALANA
I sat with my head between my legs on the floor in the bathroom, craving for something I hadn't touched in years. Namely, a cigarette. Not only was it harmful to health, it was also not allowed in our religion. I'd secretly gotten addicted to it when I was younger. Mr Steve's wife used to have a pack she put in her drawer that she would give me until I lost sense of who I was and what I was meant to become.
So, yeah. My past sucked. But I knew Knight's sucked even more. The fact that his dad and assistant had to set him up with random people and he hadn't fallen in love after all this time, made me so sad. Yes, I loved him and I knew if he got to know who I was, he would love me too—the only difference was, he'd consider me a younger sister.
I sighed, banging my head against the squeaky-clean tiled wall. This bathroom was a mansion, if I was being honest. I could put up my bed in here, it was so big.
