The Making of Plan

Renata reached her room and threw her dress open. She didn’t want to be in that dress any more second. That dress was the one she was humiliated in. She hated that dress, she hated Michelangelo. She ran to the bathroom and took a bath. She wanted to get rid of his touch, the touch she loved once and now it was a curse.

Not for once her tears stopped. While bathing, while drying herself, while dressing herself up, she kept crying, tears kept streaming down her face. She sobbed and sniffled while blow-drying her hair and went to bed. She had no idea when she fell asleep. She just knew that she slept after her pillow was all wet.

She didn’t want to go to her office. She just wanted to curl up in her bed and cry her eyes out. Also, after crying all night her eyes were swollen like balloons. She didn’t want anyone to ask her questions about her eyes. But going to the office would be her chance to get away from Michelangelo, even for half the day.

She wore her goggles and was ready to go