In my entire life, I had never been as hungover as I was the next morning.
Water didn’t help. Food didn’t help. Not even my precious coffee. And it certainly didn’t help, that behind every wave of nausea, there lay an over-whelming feeling of guilt.
You yelled at Nicholas last night. Screamed at him. Did exactly the thing he accused you of, the thing you promised you’d never do: You lied to him, the same way you lie to the press.
But what was the alternative? Tell him the truth? I didn’t know it myself! And maybe he was completely right. Maybe I didn’t want to see him with one of his exes. And maybe I wanted him to pretend because I wanted him all to myself.
No! That was outrageous!
My thought process was literally: he decided to go along with my PR plan then walked abruptly away...so
