5/26/2023 0 Comments The cellar by natasha preston![]() ![]() Do I look okay?Īpparently the most attractive thing was confidence. No matter how easy the steps to the perfect bedhead look were in a magazine, I never could make it work. My hair was boring, flat, and never looked right. I shrugged and studied my reflection in the mirror. You’re supposed to accept someone you love for who they were, so I accepted his messiness. My mum was right: the longer you were with a man, the grosser they became. Sometimes I missed the time when Lewis didn’t tell me he was getting off the phone because he needed to pee or when he would pick up his dirty underwear before I came over. We’d been together over a year, so we were more than comfortable with each other now. He let himself into my room-as usual-and sat down on the bed. Hey, what time are you leaving? Lewis asked. Tonight I was going to celebrate the end of the school year at a gig by a school band, and I was determined to have some fun. The heavy clouds made it look way too dark for July, but not even that was going to faze me. ![]() Looking out my bedroom window, I’m faced with yet another dull English summer day. ![]()
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