The Village

KACELA

I quickly changed into a black maxi skirt and a tank top, grabbing a light shawl to put over my arms if I got cold.  I took my hair down, undoing the braid and letting the waves fall softly down my back, pinning one of the sides back.  I let my hair fall over my face on my blind side, slightly camouflaging the scar. 

“Ready,” I told Wyatt, coming out of the bathroom.  He had also changed, putting on a pair of khaki trousers with a polo top. 

“Don’t hide your face,” he told me, gently, lifting up the strands that covered my face and tucking it behind my ear.  “You’re so beautiful.”

I smiled at him.  “I’m glad you think so,” I said, taking his hand.  We walked downstairs together.  Wyatt had called for a car and a cute little sports car with the top down was waiting for us.  He opened the door and I slid in, gathering my skirt and makin