{Violet’s POV}
I couldn’t believe my eyes as I watched Ashley’s form stroll into the hotel room.
— clothing store, I mean.
My brain is jumbled up already.
I was panicking. She was here in real life and I was defenseless. I had nowhere to run to.
She hadn’t seen me yet but she was already doing enough damage to my comportment and peace. I just stood there with shaky fingers and she traipsed towards me, distracted by her conversation with the blonde guy.
She looked so confident in her strides and I had to take a pause and wonder…
Why can’t I be this confident?
She had no daggers or rocket launchers on her so why was I this scared of her?
If I keep giving her the satisfaction she wants to get, I’ll only be reducing myself to nothing and empowering her more to torment me.
Enough
