Elise's pov
After that interaction we didn't talk as I stormed into my bedroom— rather the bedroom he had given me—slamming the door behind me.
I lay in bed for a long while, staring at the ceiling with my mind a whirlwind of thoughts between Marcus, Victor and Sebastian.
The buzzing of my phone cut off my thoughts. I reached for it on the nightstand, squinting my eyes at the sudden brightness as I read the text.
Ollie: Hi Elise. Are you good? I think we need to talk.
I stared at that message, reading it over and over again as guilt washed over me. Olive was newly married and had her own plate filled up, yet she's trying to be there for me as well.
With a sigh, I shut the phone making a mental note to text her tomorrow, rolled onto my side and shut my eyes.
With a sigh, I rolled on
