Kimberly:
My eyes opened to the expensive crystal chandelier dangling from the ceiling.
It was Sunday. It should have been my usual Sunday when I decluttered after the week’s activities and took a breath of fresh air, but it wasn’t because I was somehow entangled with Noah Russo and stuck being his freaking fake girlfriend.
I climbed down the stairs and got into the kitchen to whip myself some coffee because I didn't need to start my day. I had a lot of schoolwork to finish and needed to leave this hellhole to do so.
My phone automatically connected to the kitchen speakers the last time I was here.
I picked a song from my playlist.
The speakers blasted the music so that it woke me up fully.
I filled my cup with ice and began to whip up my coffee with whatever he had in his kitche
