June
"Haaa..."
I sigh wearily, dragging my palm down my face. A stubborn strand of hair falls into my vision, and I blow it away without much care, eyes fixed on the ceiling. I’m not counting the tiles this time — I usually do — because today my mind is elsewhere.
Which, of course, has been my default mood ever since I found out I slept with my boss, but today is different.
Because I’m no longer confused about what I feel for Mr. Grande anymore. I’m finally facing the truth.
Despite everything he’s done. Despite how arrogant and proud he is.
I actually wanted to hug him today.
That's after my conversation with Lia.
She had asked where I was, and I told her — the garden — adding that Mr. Grande had met me there, then stormed off in an unusual dramatic way. I’d been craving clarity,
