She had even changed her hair style to match the saree, and had put on a small bindi also. And then there were matching bangles too. Her attention to ...etails made me respect her more as a professional. She knew how to look beautiful, and she did not spare anything in her attempt. I dragged myself closer to her. She kept looking me in the eye, reading my every reaction. She was aware that I was impressed, and she looked satisfied. The closer I got to her, her smile started to widen. I thought I. But the drugs soon pulled her into a semi-drunk fog, making sleep the only option. * * * * * The splashes of cold water burst against Ana’s face, clearing away the cobwebs. The splinters of her pre-dawn melancholy had regrouped, soaring up in anger and frustration. No more tears. No. More. Tears. She hadn’t schemed to hurt and deceive anyone. It would’ve been one thing if Sean couldn’t accept the facts. But he hadn’t even given her a chance to explain. He just waved her off like she was some. Callie began to panic inside. Lonnie and Angie joined them. "What did he say to you?" Lonnie asked.Cade wondered if he should tell them and he stood looking at Lonnie, considering his words carefully, "He asked me to leave town," Cade said."That jerk," Angie sneered."I hope you're not considering it," Lonnie said."How can I not consider it?" Cade asked. "If I left here it would make the rest of your lives peaceful." Bullshit," Angie squawked. "Our lives were a mess before you arrived. If you. How I looked in the mirror determined my first choice of outfit. My sister’s school uniform was still hanging in the wardrobe. Short pleated grey skirt, white blouse, and red cardigan. As I was looking for the most suitable pair of tights, I found some white knee length pelerine socks. They would be even better. I couldn’t resist. Her school tie was in amongst some odds and ends in a drawer and I had a pair of black loafers that would do for school shoes (nice girly ones with a bit of a heel.