Angelica
I stormed out of the restaurant, blindly walked down the boardwalk, and ignored Will's yells.
Cameras flashing.
Whispering.
Pointing.
I tripped on my flip flop again.
And ran like hell.
I ran until my legs burned.
Until the threat of people taking pictures of me faded as my legs created distance between me and them.
The minute my feet hit the sand, I grabbed my sandals and ran harder.
The salty ocean air hit me in the face, mixing with the mist from the waves. Two years ago, my only goal had been to reinvent myself and ruin friends in the process. I was willing to do anything to be on top again.
Two years ago, I wouldn't have just kissed Will I would have seduced him for the cameras.
I would have taken body shots and laughed while he licked tequila and salt off my stom
