From the very morning I was like on thorns.

I constantly read our night conversation with Ollie and especially the last message that came at the moment when I fell asleep on the phone. I couldn't write him back. Not in the daylight, when it all seemed so much more real.

After breakfast, I spent a lot of time at the wardrobe, choosing from the few clothes I had reserved for events with David. I had to buy a few pieces because of theater visits and parties at his parents' house. Since I didn't want anything really flashy for shopping, I ended up with tights, a black sheath skirt, and...