Isabelle waltz out of her room dressed to the nines but her make up didn’t quite cover the deep purple hickey’s on her neck. Amanda did always have to help her with her make up but was surprised to see she’d moved on from Jimmy so quickly. He’d died and yet here was Amanda crushed because the man she liked kept pushing her away to ‘protect’ her.
Amanda looked up at the clock out of habit and felt Isabelle pause as though deciding whether to enquire about her friend’s puffy eyes or continue on as though she was in a hurry.
“Was he that bad in bed?” Isabelle asked as she walked over to the antique oval mirror on the wall.
Amanda didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at that comment, especially since they never even made it that far.
“I’m only joking, Amanda.” Isabelle sighed loudly. “But
