EMILY’S POV
I turned the shower off. I washed it all, envy and whatever attachment choking me, I have to get my mind in the game. What kind of daughter gets upset when she’s wrong? I think the bigger question is, why did I let myself get dragged into this? The red flags were pointed all over, he being her betrothed was an even bigger reason but I let myself fall and hard. Deep, despite doing wrong things. I let those wrongs be right cause I wanted to be drowned with the conception of love.
Foolishness.
For once, I dried my hair before putting on a comfy spaghetti top and matching blue shorts then laid in bed, using my phone awaiting mom to walk in so we talk and she gives my massage. They’re taking awfully long down there.
Whatever it is, shouldn’t be my concern. I sighed plugging
