Lena
Camila's visit had been a gush of fresh air, a momentary relief from the chaos. I was settled at my window, watching the city's late-night lights, when a message bell rang. My heart skipped a beat.
Please, don't be Alexander. My body is off s*x today, I breathed out, picking up the phone. It wasn't him—it was his fiancée.
Are they all out to unravel my mind? I queried silently, reading her message line by line.
“Come early to the park. The movie trailer shoots today, and I need your assistance.”
A movie trailer. Mark would be there, waiting to sink into my skin like a blood-sucking leech. I cursed, sinking onto my bed as my head spun with excuses to skip it.
My alarm blared at 7 a.m. Hazel had bombarded my phone with messages. I rushed to the park, and the moment she saw me, she
