#Chapter163
As soon as I am ready I wander out to the hall to see if Alexi is out here yet and catch him leaving his room too, his eyes running over my short sparkly number and high strappy shoes with more than an appreciative glance. He doesn’t seem as frosty now and my own mood is marginally lifted from the process of doing my hair and makeup. It’s always been a calming pastime that I enjoyed. Turning plain jane into supermodel. It makes me feel better.
It’s obvious he likes what he sees and that flat expression warms a little around the edges. I feel a million dollars in this outfit and I am hoping it puts the glitter back in my tight emotions. I haven’t found a reason to be happy about being here yet and the little frown still lingering on his face just adds to that sense of foreboding. Both of us brewing I guess.
