Chapter Thirteen
My loneliness greets me like a slap in the face—and not a lust-filled emotional one. This slap is sad and terrifying. I know I f****d up. Why would Benjamin leave me the way he did, with a cold shoulder and even colder words?
After an hour wandering about my apartment trying to determine where the hell my life will go now, I go to the bedroom and remove the dress I’m wearing. It is totally unsuited to my personality, and I wonder as I gaze in the mirror at the purple polka dots if Benjamin was trying to make some statement with this silly dress. Or is it just a lighthearted joke?
With the thing flung to the floor where I don’t care if I ever pick it up again, I can at least see myself in the mirror and view for the first time the transformation that has been performed
