Hazel's POV.

After being sober for a few minutes, I muttered some courage, stood up from the mat and slipped myself into a mini but free gown which isn't above my knees.

I picked up the sweetest smelling oil from the shelf... And gently, I rubbed it all over my body, letting the sweet scent wrap around me.

Then I took my wooden golden comb and brushed my long hair backwards, letting it fall freely towards my back, down to my waist.

If there's anything I admire so much on me, that's my soft smooth hair. Its fullness can fill a big hand and its shiny silk color can make...