TEYANA

My morning is a repeat of yesterday.

I went running at 5am, expected to do twenty laps in an hour. I didn’t hit that time, but I was close. From there, Will and I wrestled. I got beat to a pulp again, and was forced to shift again.

And to no surprise, I still provided myself with the pain to trigger my shift.

At least today I had breakfast, but my table manners were tested under Lana’s watchful eyes.

Which leads me to now.

I am back in the same changing room, with the same people. There are no pins being used this time. The dress fits perfectly and Lana is pleased.

“Thank you,” I said to Teyana, realizing Lana didn’t show her appreciation to the woman who put in all the man hours to get the size right.

“Anything for you,” Teyana says. Something about her tone throws me off, and I can tell she is unhappy. I was sure it wasn't with me, but with Lana. The woman who barked orders and came across as ungrateful.

“Teyana, will you have lunch with me?” I asked. She was taken back by my