Larissa's POV
The shrill sound of my alarm pierced through my sleep at six in the morning. I reached across my nightstand, fumbling to silence the noise before it could assault my ears any longer.
Morning light filtered through the cheap blinds of my apartment, painting everything in warm amber tones.
Under the spray of my shower, I let the hot water work its magic on my tense muscles. I worked shampoo through my hair, determined to concentrate on the tasks waiting for me today instead of Carson's outrageous offer.
My closet presented its usual dilemma. I pulled out my reliable navy skirt and cream blouse, then found myself staring at a deep burgundy dress that had been hanging unworn for months.
"Get it together," I said aloud, shoving the dress back and sticking with my safe choice.
I reached for my usual cotton underwear, then stopped. My fingers moved to a matching black lace set instead. I froze, questioning my own motivations.
