"So this is your dressing room, you're gonna spend a lot of time in this room with Adrianna's mother, designing clothes and fitting into them. We do photoshoots every other Sunday here and then whenever we call you in for a beach day." Nicole explains to Trinity.
We all walk into Trinity's dressing room. The four of us now working here, this is going to be a blast.
The smell of vanilla fills the room and I smile, Trinity's expression is priceless. She's so excited. "Oh my gosh, it's huge!"
Moments after my mother walks in with a huge smile on her face and tells us she has a surprise. Suddenly, a familiar face walks right in holding a bouquet of flowers.
"Michael, you're adorable." Cara hugs her brother. Trinity covers her mouth before taking the flowers, her cheeks stained red as she thanks Michael with a tight hug. "Thank you, you're so sweet, Michael."
"Anything for you,"
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Sometimes in the middle of the night, I awake, cold and disoriented. Screwing my fist in my eye, I glance at the clock. Eleven thirty - it's pretty late. I contemplate on going back to sleep, but then my stomach grumbles and I know there's no way I'm gonna be able to rest without food.
Crawling out of bed, I slip into my slippers and put a light sweater on. It's so dark, I hope I don't wake anyone.
All the lights are off in the house and I stumble into the kitchen, smacking my hand against the switch, and yanking open the refrigerator. I get bread and make myself a peanut butter and fluff sandwich because I'm a fatass.
After I've eaten and put everything back, I start upstairs, but the flicker of light coming from the backyard distracts me.
"Mom?" I call out, peeking from around the staircase and out the balcony glass doors. I can still see the light, and I take a step closer. It's glowing bright and orange and I automatically realize that it's coming from the fire pit. "Cara?"
No one answers and I roll my eyes. Of course those two idiots forgot to put the fire out. Gently sliding the glass back, I go to step out onto the deck, but when the sound of a mellow guitar melody starts to play, I freeze.
It's Luke.
I take a step back, shielding myself from his view and I watch as he falls gracefully down onto the couch in front of the pit, before sliding his guitar onto his lap and continuing.
"Go, you won't go If you leave me now I can heal somehow Back, to the time When I knew myself When I knew myself
