Lola’s POV
I was so mad at Vincent, but mostly at myself. If I hadn't stooped so low to call him through this week, it would have been better.
He had hung up on my calls several times, and that made me feel like being given a blow to my chest. And now, Aniston had directed the camera to me, yet I couldn't even pretend for once.
Oh, maybe I didn't want Ani to ask what was wrong with me and add more pressure to my shattered heart. I waved my hands at the camera and went back to doing what I was doing, only for a loud hiss to resound in my ears.
I looked up to see Aniston grimacing. She kept muttering to herself while her fingers went sharply against her phone screen.
“Ani, what is it?” I managed to ask. She was just speaking to her father. Did anything go wrong?
She pouted, not answer
