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ROXY
Lola was curled in a ball in my LV bag, which doubled as a purse. In the side compartment was a check for $3,000. Chloe had agreed to meet me for lunch and she didn’t know yet about my plan to pay her back what I owed her. She had every right to throw my past in my face.
The righteous citizens of Briarville stared long and hard as they drove past me, walking to meet her at the Pinup Paradise Diner, and as soon as I opened the door, heads turned and stuck on their swivels. Gawking.
In this town, people made assumptions about who you were and stuck you with the label for life. I wasn’t sure how I would ever shake my bad girl reputation.
“You’re quiet, Roxy,” Chloe mentioned.
We had been sitting at our booth eating our lunch. Focusing on the food was easier than broaching some o
