Veronica POV
"Oh my Goddess! Have you heard Pink Pony Club yet? I think it’s about a stripper wearing pink—the color I also happen to perform in. It makes me feel powerful. Like I’m a superhero or something," Becky gushed, while painting Veronica’s toenails.
"Saving the world one clothing piece at a time," Veronica drawled. Goddess, she low-key hated Becky. Sure, she was nice and sweet and everything in between. But that was the problem. She was too much… of everything.
Veronica let out a content sigh as she leaned back into the couch further—a drink next to her on the table while her feet were in Becky’s lap. It almost felt like she was back home and Stefenie or Stella or whatever the name of their help was—was doing her feet.
It made her feel a little more at ease, as if she wasn’t r
