Vivian POV:
The sunlight streams through the curtains as my eyes slowly open and i awake with a terrible migraine and possibly a hangover from my previous night of drinking. I groan and turn onto my back rubbing my eyes as i move my hair out of my face. I reach over and grab a hangover tablet from my nightstand and swallow it with some lukewarm water that was here since yesterday. Memories flood my head and i groan again as i remember how much i drank. I sigh contemplating my life for a few minutes as i stare at a wall then decide its enough moping for now and i stand , steadying myself using my nightstand and then i stretch.
I walk with slow shaky steps to my en suite bathroom. I look in the mirror and see my disheveled state. My eyes are slightly red and puffy from the alcohol and my hair just looks a mess. I turn on the basin water and wash my face with some cold water which makes me more awake and alert. I brush my hair trying to tame this mop on my head but eventually just give up thinking ill do it later. I look down at my clothing which is a pair of grey bottoms which are soft and breathable with a relaxed fit that tapers slightly at the ankles. the grey colour is neutral and slightly stained with what i presume is wine. My top is a simple White , short sleeved shirt with a soft texture that complements my pants and is also stained with a red sploch on the back which again is hopefully wine.
I leave my bathroom and walk through the hallway of my apartment to the kitchen and living room which is an open floor plan. I go to the kitchen part and turn on the kettle intending to make me some coffee for me. I get my coffee out from the cupboard and put somee in a cup with some sugar. As i wait for the water to boil i check my phone and see its 8:00 i have to leave at 8:35 to catch the bus for work. The water finishes boiling and i pour it into a cup with the sugar and coffee and drink it. no milk. I drink my coffee a i make my way back to my room and put it onto the dresser as i look in my closet for an outfit to work.
I wear a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up a bit and pair it with a sleek black skirt cut just above the knee. The skirt has a subtle pencil shape , accentuating my figure while still being professional. To complete my outfit i wear some black stiletto heels that aren't too high. For my hair i brush it flat and tie it intoo a high ponytail that is surprisingly fluffy. I grab my work bag and head to the bus stop.
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His little spy
Romancehi this is one of my first stories and is about mafia men (duh). it will be updated now and then but i am still in school so not much. enjoy the story you little demons. sorry if its bad english isnt my first language