Larissa's POV
Fine. I’ll do it. My text read. I had barely set my phone down on the table when it buzzed with a reply from Brayden.
My driver will pick you up at 7 am sharp. Be ready. His text read.
No pleasantries. No acknowledgment of the life-changing decision I’d just made. Typical Brayden.
I laid down in bed for a while – hours probably – before getting the strength to go get up and head into the bathroom. In the two days that I’d spent sobbing my eyes out in my apartment, I’d neglected all forms of personal hygiene. I stunk to high heaven and I needed a shower as soon as possible.
I looked at my image in the mirror. I looked terrible. My eyes were red and swollen from the time I spent crying. My hair was tangled, greasy and limp; combing out all the knots was going to hurt a lo
