The moment Damian left, a message from Vincent came in.
Vincent: I heard he took the dress. Do you want me to send another one over?
Chloe Moretti: Don't bother, I'm not going. I'm going home to sleep.
I gathered my things, went back to my apartment, and slept like I hadn't in years.
I hadn't been that relaxed in a long time. Between shooting, memorizing lines, and running around greasing wheels for Damian, I'd been running on fumes. Add one long night with Vincent on top of it. People said men over twenty-five aged like they were forty, but he was in his thirties and had outlasted Damian so completely that my lower back and legs still ached when I got home.
I muted my phone and slept straight through until the middle of the night.
When I woke and reached for it, I nearly dropped th
