The next day Zara got up and decided to leave early for her training. Her body was sore from all the training and the restaurant work that she had been doing for the last two weeks.
She had wanted to take a day off, to just lie in her bed and sleep until the sun went down. But she didn't want to give Ryan a chance to point fingers at her. She could imagine his surly face lined with disappointment if she were to bunk training for a few days and show up the day after.
She shook her head. Imagining his yells was frustrating enough. She would rather train herself and fall ill than hear him go on and on about how disappointed he was in her.
Stifling a yawn, Zara raced to the bathroom and quickly showered and put on her workout clothes. Grabbing all her stuff from the table, she shoved it inside her bag and descended the stairs.
