Yes.

Bianca's eyes lingered on the screen for a moment, the words "Thanks, Sarah. I'll talk to you later" still visible on the display. She took a deep breath, feeling a sense of relief wash over her as she slipped the phone onto the couch cushion. The TV screen flickered, the housewives' argument now a distant hum in the background. Bianca's gaze drifted towards the clock on the wall, the numbers 4:02 PM staring back at her. She had just under two hours before she was supposed to meet Robert.

With a sense of determination, Bianca pushed herself off the couch, her feet sinking into the soft carpet.

As Bianca stood up, the soft cushion of the couch seemed to release a gentle sigh, as if relieved to be free from her anxious weight. She took a deep breath, feeling the cool air fill her lungs, and began to make her way towards the bathroom. Her feet made barely a sound on the plush carpet, the only noise being the soft creak of the floorboards beneath her feet. She reached the bathroom door and pushed it open, the bright fluorescent light above the sink flickering to life as she stepped inside.

Bianca's gaze fell upon her reflection in the mirror, her eyes scanning her face as if searching for any visible signs of guilt or deceit.

Bianca's gaze lingered on her reflection for a few moments longer, before she turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on her face. She looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes wide open, as if trying to hide the guilt that was slowly creeping in. She took a deep breath and patted her face dry with a towel.

As she patted her face dry with the towel, Bianca's gaze fell upon the faint smudge of mascara beneath her left eye. She reached for the makeup remover wipes on the counter, her fingers closing around the packet with a soft rustle. The sound was almost imperceptible, but it seemed to echo through the silence of the bathroom. Bianca's eyes locked onto her reflection once more, her pupils constricting slightly as she began to gently wipe away the smudge. The cool sensation of the wipe on her skin was a fleeting distraction from the turmoil brewing inside her.

The wipe glided smoothly across her skin, leaving behind a faint scent of rosewater and a subtle sheen.

Bianca's fingers released their gentle grasp on the makeup remover wipe, her gaze lingered on her reflection for a moment, the faint scent of rosewater still wafting up from the counter. Her eyes seemed to hold a mixture of emotions, a subtle blend of guilt, anxiety, and determination. With a quiet resolve, Bianca's hands drifted down to the hem of her torn sundress, her fingers closing around the soft fabric. She hesitated for a brief moment, the silence in the bathroom punctuated only by the soft hum of the fluorescent light above the sink.

Bianca's fingers slowly released their gentle grasp on the hem of her sundress, the soft fabric slipping down her thighs as she let go. The dress pooled around her ankles, a crumpled heap of yellow black and white cotton on the cool tile floor. She stood still for a moment, the fluorescent light above the sink casting an unforgiving glare on her skin.

With a quiet deliberation, Bianca's hands reached behind her, her fingers closing around the clasp of her bra.

The clasp of her bra yielded to the gentle pressure of her fingers, the soft click of the release echoing through the bathroom like a tiny promise. As the bra straps slid down her arms, Bianca's hands instinctively rose to cover her breasts, a habitual gesture that belied the turmoil of emotions churning within her. Her eyes, still fixed on her reflection, seemed to hold a mixture of trepidation and resolve, as if steeling herself for the task ahead.

With a quiet deliberation, Bianca's hands dropped to her sides, her arms hanging loose as she stood before the mirror.

As Bianca's arms hung loose by her sides, her gaze remained fixed on her reflection, her eyes seeming to bore into the very soul of the woman staring back at her. The fluorescent light above the sink cast an unforgiving glare on her skin, illuminating every curve and contour of her body. With a quiet deliberation, Bianca's hands rose once more, her fingers closing around the edge of the shower curtain as she pulled it open with a soft rustle. The sound of running water was instantaneous, a gentle patter that seemed to wash over her like a soothing balm.

As the warm water cascaded down, Bianca's gaze remained fixed on her reflection, the rivulets of water creating a distorted image that seemed to ripple and undulate like the surface of a pond. The sound of the water was almost hypnotic, a soothing melody that seemed to wash away the tension that had been building inside her. With a quiet deliberation, Bianca's hands rose to the showerhead, her fingers closing around the chrome handle as she adjusted the temperature, the water growing warmer, more inviting.

The warmth seeped into her skin, a gentle caress that seemed to ease the knots of anxiety that had been twisting her stomach into knots.

Bianca's fingers fumbled with the soap, the bar slipping and sliding in her grasp as she tried to work up a lather. The water cascaded down her body, warm and soothing, but it did little to quell the turmoil that raged inside her. She closed her eyes, her mind's eye replaying the events of that morning, the way Tyrese's body had moved against hers, the way his breath had caught in his throat as he reached his climax.

With a jolt, Bianca snapped back to the present, her hands trembling as she rubbed the soap over her skin.

Bianca's fingers trembled as she rubbed the soap over her skin, the lather forming a thin, white film on her body. She closed her eyes again, taking a deep breath as she reached down between her legs. She hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with a thousand thoughts, before she slowly began to clean herself.

The soap was slick and slippery, making it difficult for her to get a good grip. She gritted her teeth, her fingers slipping and sliding as she worked to remove any trace of Tyrese from her body.

As Bianca's fingers finally managed to remove any remaining residue, she let out a soft sigh, the tension in her body slowly beginning to dissipate. She stood still for a moment, the warm water cascading down her skin, before she reached out to turn off the faucet. The sudden silence was almost jarring, the only sound the gentle patter of water droplets on the shower floor. Bianca's eyes remained closed, her chest rising and falling with each slow breath, as she savored the momentary sense of calm.

With a quiet deliberation, Bianca's hands rose to the shower curtain, her fingers closing around the edge as she pulled it open with a soft rustle.

Bianca stepped out of the shower, the cool air of the bathroom causing her skin to erupt in goosebumps. She reached for a towel, wrapping it around her body and securing it tightly around her chest. With a quiet determination, she padded across the bathroom floor and stepped into her bedroom.

The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the crack in the curtains that allowed a sliver of sunlight to pierce the darkness. Bianca's gaze fell upon her dresser, the drawers filled with clothes that she had carefully selected and arranged.

Bianca's fingers trailed over the fabric of her clothes, her hands hesitating for a moment as she deliberated on what to wear. She finally settled on a pencil skirt, the smooth fabric gliding over her skin as she pulled it up her legs. The waistband settled into place, the zipper closing with a soft click as she smoothed out the wrinkles. Next, she reached for a blouse, the silk fabric rustling softly as she pulled it over her head. The buttons fastened with a series of small clicks, the sound echoing through the quiet room.

As she finished dressing, Bianca's gaze fell upon her reflection in the mirror.

Bianca then spent her remaining time doing her make up to look good for her dinner date with Robert. Once she was satified with her appearance she headed out the door, already running late.