THREE WEEKS LATER…
Self-introspection was a very knackering process, especially when it came from the soul. So, there was no surprise that I was exhausted with myself after three weeks of self-imposed exile, trying to come up to terms with myself.
Fortunately for me, the rumors that I had spread about myself had considerably dimmed, all thanks to my father’s influence. The press release about my indiscretion had been retracted with an official apology to the Baxter family, courtesy of being the governor’s daughter.
Tiffany, after learning the horrible truth about her father had moved to New York. It had been an emotionally teary goodbye, but I understood her need for reprieve from all that drama. She had dropped out of Harvard and had applied to NYU instead. I missed her terribly and
