I was folded up on the couch, watching an episode of my favourite show, Gilmore Girls, when my phone lit up with a text that stopped my heart.
It was from Kiara;
Meet me at La Dolce Vita, 1 PM. We need to talk.
I sat up, my pulse racing. My fingers gripped the phone tightly as I re-read the message.
La Dolce Vita? It was an Italian restaurant that was a far cry from our usual meeting spots.
Was she going to confront me about Petyr? I thought as I ran a hand through my hair. I tossed my phone on the bed, wanting to get away from my source of anxiety.
My eyes darted to the clock; 11am. I had about an hour to get ready and leave home.
I dragged myself off the couch and upstairs to my room, pausing at the full length mirror.
I looked tired, pale even. I really needed to be pamper
