62.

BRYNN.

EIGHT DAYS AGO.

The excitement I had felt when I stood before the mirror quickly deserts me when I turn to see Asher leaning against my door with his hands crossed to his chest and a too big of a grin on his face.

A frown falls on my lips. "What are you doing here?" I ask, and he chuckles. He simply slips his hands into his pockets as he pushes himself off the door, waltzing further inside as if he owned the room. "I’ve missed how much you admire your beauty."

"That doesn’t answer my question." I watch with narrowed eyes as he goes to the other corner opposite me. He presses against the edge of the single desk next to the bin. "You don’t look happy to see me."

I cross my arms to my chest and lift a brow. "And that’s a surprise because? How did you even get in? I think it’s time I tell—"

"Calm down, Princess." I hate that voice. I hate the name he calls. And I most especially hate the taunting smirk that appears on his face as he moves from his spot, striding closer to me. "I hav