Chapter Twenty-Seven
RENA
“Rena, what do you think of this design?” Abigail held up the piece of material she was using for a gown. I’d been in Paris for the past few weeks after leaving London. Before that, I was off to Aruba on the beach and took in the peace of being alone to get myself centered.
McKayla and Nikki both tried many times to get me to contact them, but I’d always tell them I would contact them when I was ready. All I did was shop, swim, eat, and drown in alcohol to get my thoughts of Sante out of my head. He’d become my everything so fast that I couldn’t think without taking his opinion in the answers.
“It’s beautiful.”
“You should use it for your designs.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve heard you crying in your sleep. You need to be more creative.”
“You heard me?”
Abi
