Blast from the Past

Bria's POV

The vanity bulb hummed over glass that never held a clean reflection, and I stood in front of it trying to decide whether my hair went up or came down my back in one heavy fall.

Thirty minutes. That was how long I'd been parked there with a brush, turning a hairstyle into a crisis. I wasn't an indecisive person on a normal day. I turned useless the second the job in front of me was so