"YOU DON'T look so good this morning, what happened to you yesterday?" Sidney asked Clarissa as she buttered a piece of toast.
Clarissa suppressed a yawn and frowned. She didn't get much sleep last night expecting Nicholas to call her at any moment...but he didn't. She sure must have pissed him off or maybe he finally realized that what she told him was the truth. Then why did it hurt so much? "Nothing worth talking about."
Sidney pouted. "Oh, poor you. I knew that Renoir was nothing short of a disappointment. It's all for the best, Clarie--"
The way she said it, it was as though Nicholas was some piece of decayed matter. "Nicholas was nothing short of a gentleman and you shouldn't say things you don't know about."
"It would have never worked out--"
"How do you know that?" Clarissa fo
