Jules
What in the ever-loving s**t was going on?
I actually blinked, twice, because my brain couldn’t quite process the sight in front of me. There she was, sitting pretty in the waiting room like she owned the damn place, that smug little smile curving her glossy lips.
“Rosie?” I said, my voice coming out somewhere between disbelief and mild horror.
I wasn't sure I was seeing properly until she called out her name. She stood up smoothly, brushing imaginary lint from her skirt before sauntering over to me. “Hi, Jules,” she said, all sugar and satisfaction.
I could tell that she was here for a reason, maybe to rub something again in my face, or try to make me mad about something, only I didn't get why she would go to all of that trouble just to get a rise out of me. Although, I was als
