Chloe
I spend the next two days ordering junk food and binge watching every tragic romance movie I can find- most of which feature a dragon of some sort- and sobbing until I’m fairly certain I should go to the hospital for IV fluids. I feel raw and ragged, and with my puffy eyes, blotchy skin, and limp hair, the mirror agrees with my feelings. Add to that a pounding headache and a throat sore from the constant wailing, and I’m a freaking class act. I’ll just bet Indira is even more beautiful when she cries, I think ruefully. Men like Dominick probably flock to her to try to make her feel better at the first sign of tears.
As I’m pawing through the left overs in my fridge, there’s a knock on my door and I have to stop to try to remember if I’d ordered something to be delivered for breakf
