**Annabelle**

         

 I reached for my wig under the pillow.

I walked to the mirror to finish getting ready. After applying more lotion to my skin as the other had dried off, I checked the clothes his mom got to find a suitable one to put on. I stared at my reflection in the mirror.

 I did not want to sleep with a wig, but his mom might come in later in the night. Furthermore, I walked to the door and locked it exhaling in relief. I tucked the wig back under the pillow satisfied with myself. At the same time, the bathroom door clicked open and Fallon walked out.

Usually...