HUNDRED AND TWENTY SEVEN

I had woken up to an empty bed and a refreshed body. I looked at the clock beside me and was surprised to see that it was 5 p.m. in the evening.

Wow, I must be really tired.

It was the first comfortable sleep I had had in weeks, and this time around, I was able to get my much-needed rest.

It's been two days since we came to New York. Sin had told me yesterday that he was inviting a guest over today for dinner and that I should dress comfortably. What does that even mean?

Comfortable as in casual or comfortable in formal but simple wear. I was confused.

I got up from the bed and quickly showered, putting on a white dress, pairing it with silver ballet feet. I don't think I can handle working in heels now. I decided to use a little eyeliner and mascara with my pink lip gloss. Since my hair was already short and reaching my shoulders, I chose to leave it down instead of putting it up in a ponytail.

I just hope it wasn't anything fancy.

I took out my phone to take a quick picture of mysel