SELENE
I sat at the breakfast table, spooning another massive scoop of vanilla ice cream into my mouth before chasing it with a generous dollop of peanut butter straight from the jar. The combination was strangely satisfying; it was sweet, salty, and creamy. My stomach had been a traitor lately, craving the weirdest things at the worst times. I felt Isabella’s eyes on me as she entered the room, but I didn’t bother looking up immediately. Let her stare. Let her seethe.
When I finally glanced up, my spoon froze halfway to my mouth. f**k. She looked
good, like really good. No more awkward glasses or those godawful braces. Her hair was styled in soft waves, makeup subtle but effective, and that cream blouse and black pencil skirt hugged her figure in a way that made her look like she actua
