#Chapter75
Inhale.
Exhale.
Inhale.
Exhale.
I was looking at my reflection in the floor length mirror, trying my best to overcome my soon-to-come anxiety attack.
Jason was out already, handling business before this evening's event.
You got this.
I repeated numerous chants to force myself to feel better, hoping to build a little more confidence.
It worked...for about a minute.
I stopped chanting words of encouragement and welcomed the figure who was on the other side of the large wooden door.
The door creaked open and Elizabeth walked in. She was holding a tray full of delectable items.
/"I was unsure of what you liked./" She placed the tray onto the night stand. /"So I made you eggs, maple bacon, sausage, pancakes, blueberry muffins, a danish, orange juice, and a glass of milk./"
/"Wow, thank you. It looks amazing./"
