JULIA
This week was shaping up to be one of the worst weeks of my life.
First, I got drugged by a lunatic and was saved by my ex—who made me feel like his help was worth a million dollars.
Second, I found out that Heather, my ex's current girlfriend, was born a day before my son. Not only that, but she invited me to the said party, which was going to be held at the Astor's mansion.
And third, Mr. Matthews, the professor who used to adore all of my works, called my latest piece 'mediocre,' 'lacking feeling,' and 'should have never been passed.'
He didn't even take my artwork and told me to pass him another one by the end of next week!
I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. It was the middle of the week already, and I still hadn't made my decision regarding Heather's invita
