Attempting to fix her disheveled attire with what was allowed within the hotel room, Kayla was reserved to the makeup cloths allowed in the bathroom and that emergency mascara within her bag. Throwing her hair down from its high ponytail, she would allow the natural wave to act as an attempt at fashion before ultimately throwing it in a loose bun with tendrils cascading in perfect placement. Finally, she would now bring the plaid shirt into a halter top to appear better fitting for dinner as her phone would illuminate at her side. Catching her gaze, she lifted the screen to view before finding a message from her mom.
“I’m so glad you two worked things out, I saw the kiss...Let me know when I can have you both over for dinner. Love you.” The text was sweet and rather expected as she had f
