Chapter 20
Hannah
I stared at my reflection in the mirror and could barely believe my eyes. I’d never looked this good in my life. I was wearing the first outfit I tried on for Nikolai, the embroidered top and skinny black jeans. I think I chose it based on the stare he’d given me when he first saw me in it. It was a pretty outfit, regardless. My hair was long and loose, and I had kept the same makeup, and added a tinted lip balm that Katya had suggested would complement my skin tone. It left my lips a dark rose color that made my violet-colored eyes pop.
I looked around my small room and tried to figure out where I was going to fit all my new clothes. My room was seriously tiny. It was probably about eight feet by ten feet and had one lone window. My twin bed sat to the right of the window beside a small, battered nightstand that still had some old stickers on it from my childhood. I looked at the peeling and torn remnants of unicorns and My Little Ponies and cringed at how shabby it looked, of what Nikolai would think if he saw it. I guess it wasn’t likely that Nikolai would ever be in here, so who cared how my nightstand looked? I had a dresser on the left wall and a very small closet to the right of it. I was going to have to get creative with my storage. I had a very bad habit of never throwing anything away, but I might have to break my tendency towards hoarding in order to properly store everything.
My mom walked into my room, frowning slightly. “Honey, there’s a car in the driveway. Is your date going to come to the door?” She said this mildly, but there was definitely a tone of censure for anyone who would come pick up her daughter for a date and not come to the door to get her. I glanced at my mom and realized how much we looked alike. I had her dark hair and light skin, but her eyes were brown. My sister, Emmy, also shared the same similarity in hair and skin tone but had hazel eyes that were blue with yellow towards the center. I was the only one to get my dad’s eye color. That was about all I ever got from him. He left right after my sister was born, when I was two. I didn’t know where my sister’s eye color came from, now that I thought of it.
“It’s okay, Mom,” I said as I jammed the lip balm in my pocket and ran a brush through my hair one last time.
She looked doubtful but didn’t say anything more. Before she could start a whole lecture on boys, which I had avoided until now because there’d been no need for it, I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and ran out the door.
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