Adriana
MY MOTHER WENT back to the shop to check on business, and I took a shower. When I was finished and blow-drying my hair, Tiffany called me.
“Holy crap, I just heard what happened,” she said. “That f*****g asshole.”
I walked into my bedroom and started searching for something to wear. “I know,” I replied, pulling out a black cashmere sweater from the dresser. I threw it on the bed next to my new white denim skirt, and decided they’d look good together.
“Did you call the police?”
“No,” I replied, rifling through my underwear drawer. I held up a white silk thong, one that I’d purchased one a whim, and decided to pair it with a black and white pushup bra.
It’s not for Trevor, I told myself.
In fact, I’d decided not to meet with him later. No matter how sexy and sweet he’d been,
