I take deep breaths as I stare in the mirror, my focus on the girl that is staring back at me.

The girl looks like a mess, a sexy mess, but still a mess. The girl is me.

I finally managed to get some sleep last night; my mind felt more at peace knowing that Diego will finally give me clues and ideas.

But that does not mean that I easily fell asleep. I kept turning and tossing before I decided to think about something boring, which was me reading a menu.

I woke up a few minutes ago, my body exploding with nervousness. I felt like I was being forced to come into the bathroom, and the bad part is that my legs dragged me to the mirror, a mirror I always ignore.

The mirror is full length, a body mirror. I can see myself from head to tall and all I have to say is wow..... I look bad.

The white socks I have on look a bit grey, my sweatpants look unwashed and my sports bra looks messy: and I have been taking baths every single day.

I took a bath yesterday, before Diego came in the room, but I was throwing chocolates in my mouth afterwards and that is where the dark brownish shirt stain came from.

My sweatpants are a size bigger, so they are loose on me. But the good part about them is that they are comfortable. And the small but visible buttocks I was blessed with is still looking good.

I grab my toothbrush, deciding to brush my teeth while murmuring the lyrics of Wrecking ball by Miley Cyrus..

I do not dwell on my physical state because the monster in the mirror will just annoy me till I start belittling myself and I am in no mood for a mental breakdown.

I might be a mess, but I am a sexy mess. I look good, simple and happy; even though I am nervous.

I finish brushing my teeth and the song Fighter comes on, I do not know the lyrics but I love the song so I dance to it.

I stare in the mirror again, wanting to shout Hallelujah when I remove the bonnet from my head. The bonnet made my head feel a bit itchy and warm.

I am happy that my hair can finally breath, but the cornrows that were hidden underneath the bonnet are not to be seen.

The cornrows are four in total, I did them two days ago, but they look like they were done twenty-five years ago.

Natural hair is something that is difficult to maintain, especially if there is a lot of hair.

I sigh in exhaustion, undoing the hair, my hands already falling asleep. I force myself to concentrate and I finish undoing them in fifteen minutes, which is like a record for me; I always take longer then twenty minutes.

After I am done with combing and untangling the hair, I walk towards the cupboard. I put my shampoo and conditioner in the cupboard when I first got here and I am finally getting to use them, a joy.

I happily walk to the sink, bending my head to the sink level. I grab the bottle of shampoo, pouring a handful in my hand, I direct my hand to my head, softly massaging the scalp.

I feel like I am in the clouds, total heaven.

I quickly finish my hair wash procedure after conditioning and washing.

I grab a towel which I put on my shoulder, wrapping it on top of my head and drying my hair.

The water managed to roll down my body making me feel cold, but I ignore the feeling.

My main focus is my hair; it might shrink if I do not do something about it, and so I decide to do cornrows again. But this time I only do two big ones.

I look into the mirror, smiling when I see my work.

I look good.

My mother always tells me that a girl must take care of her hair and that is what I will always do: I will always take care of my hair.

I walk into the walk-in closet which is connected to the bathroom, grabbing some jeans and white t-shirt with some lingerie.

I put the clothes on the chair, and I walk towards the bathroom which is full of warm bubbly water.

I strip out of my wet sport's bra and sweatpants, putting them in the laundry basket.

I enter the bathtub, my muscles relaxing when I come in contact with the warm water.

Can I stay here forever?

The feeling I experience is great, it is hard to believe that I was sad, angry, hopeless and frustrated hours ago.

It takes me a few minutes but I finally manage to convince myself to leave the tub; the water getting cold is also why I convinced myself.

I get my robe that I put next to the tub, wrapping it around myself. I walk towards the cupboards again, getting my lotion and another clean towel.

I dry myself with the towel, putting it with the dirty clothes after I am done, then I start applying my body lotion.

My body feels so fresh and soft, I feel happy.

I get my clothes, wearing the lingerie and getting happy after I see how well it compliments my skin tone, it's red in color.

I grab my jeans next, wearing them with some difficulty. And then last but not least my white t-shirt.

I tuck in the front part, wanting to look a bit classy. I do a twirl infront of the mirror when I am done. Feeling happy sounds crazy, but I have not felt so good in days

'You are also doing this so that Diego sees you!' My conscious says, making me frown. 'Your crazy ass thinks this is a date. I hope you don't disappoint yourself in the end."

Do I think this is a date? No.

Did I dress up for Diego? No, I did not.

I decide to ignore my thoughts, offering myself a small smile.

I walk out of the bathroom after wearing my slippers, my feet dragging me into the bedroom area where I grab my laptop, tablet, phone, notepad and Diego's case file.

My backpack is in my hands as I walk out of the room. I walk down the hallway to Diego's room singing a song I heard some days back.

We are not leaving the house since Diego is under house arrest, but he is not being treated like other people.

I finally reach Diego's room, knocking on the door. I feel happy when I hear footsteps near the door.

I smile when I see the doorknob turn, but my smile slips from my lips when I see a maid that lives here coming out of the room, with her hair looking very messy.