#Chapter9
I slip my favorite cream colored, silk night gown over my lacy undergarments.
I like wearing lingerie to bed.
It is sort of like a pleasant surprise that only I know about.
I make sure that the nightgown is to my liking before throwing my dirty clothes in my laundry basket and walking out of my bathroom.
As I make my way over towards my vanity I hear a knock on my bedroom door.
I furrow my eyebrows at this with confused facial expression.
Who could that be?
It cannot be Genevieve because she is clocking out and switching places with a different guard right now.
/"Come in?/" I say, my confusion being evident in my tone of voice
At the sound of my approval my bedroom door swings open.
The polite smile I have on my face quickly turning into a grimace of disgust.
/"Oh, it is just you/" I roll my eyes
I turn away from them so that I am facing my vanity mirror.
