"Okay, I got it."
Laura Lowell ran a hand through her messy long hair and sat up in bed. Her lazy voice was tinged with the raspiness of someone who had just woken up.
Hanging up, Laura Lowell stretched languidly. "I'm going to go wash up."
"Laura, I didn't bring a change of clothes yesterday. Can I borrow something of yours to wear?"
"Go pick something out yourself."
Laura Lowell said with a faint smile, casually tying up her long hair.
Watching Laura Lowell head to the bathroom, Yvonne Sloan finally got out of bed. She walked into the walk-in closet, her pale fingertips gently brushing against each piece of clothing. 'I want to rip every single one of them to shreds.'
The light glinting in her dark eyes was terrifying.
In the end, she chose a very ordinary pair of jeans and a yellow sweater. This outfit suited her current persona.
Just as Laura Lowell finished washing up, the doorbell rang. She went and opened it. "What made you think to bring me breakfast today?"
