ANGEL ROSE
13
Singing to myself, I fold Frankie’s freshly ironed clothes. I tuck them neatly into the same stylish shopping bag that held the outfit I bought him. The memory stings—him wearing those clothes to impress another woman later that same night. But I’m over it. Truly. I’m done chasing a man who clearly doesn’t want to be caught. If he prefers his life of empty flings, let him have it. I deserve someone who respects himself. Frankie’s given up on love, on himself. He pushes everyone trying to pull him to the light away so he can stay in the dark. That’s his choice.
My own life is finally looking up. Tonight’s the night—my first real performance since signing with Chris. Nerves and excitement buzz under my skin like electricity. I’ve worked hard, singing at the flower shop betwe
