“You’re going somewhere?” April asked with uncertainty evident in her voice as she sat on the bed, watching me as I sat before the dressing table, doing something very unusual. Makeup. Honestly, I also have no idea why I was doing this. Was it because Wesley agreed to meet me today? No, definitely no…. Or maybe yes. I just don’t understand myself anymore; it seemed I woke up to a different person this morning. “I don’t understand you,” I watched through the mirror as she shook her head, rolling her eyes. “I don’t understand myself also, April.” I chuckled, concentrating on the eyeliner I was applying. “You haven’t told me anything about last night, how did the banquet go?” “Well, some things are better left unsaid,” I replied, mashing my lips gently against each other to smear the lipstick. “You only say that when you fucked up.” “April!” I turned around to face her, my eyes widened in surprise at her words. “That’s a bad word, don’t say it again.” I warned and she nodde
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