Therefore, she cannot attend the interview she'd arranged to do, with some mega-industri-alist tycoon I've never heard of, for the student newspaper. Kate is my roommate, and she has chosen today of all days to succumb to the flu. My only option is to restrain my wayward hair in a ponytail and hope that I look semi presentable. I roll my eyes in exasperation and gaze at the pale, brown-haired girl with blue eyes too big for her face staring back at me, and give up. Reciting this mantra several times, I attempt, once more, to bring it under control with the brush. I should be studying for my final exams, which are next week, yet here I am trying to brush my hair into submission. Damn my hair - it just won't behave, and damn Katherine Kavanagh for being ill and subjecting me to this ordeal. Book One of the Fifty Shades Trilogy 1 I scowl with frustration at myself in the mirror.
