I can’t believe that bastard just fired me! I think to myself as I squeeze the last article of clothing in my suitcase. My mind is a whirlpool of hate, frustration, and most of all, regret.
I wish I could say that I regretted ever meeting Ryan in the first place. But even as I sit on my bed, waiting for my ride to pick me up, a part of me just can’t do it. Even as the tears are falling from my eyes, I can’t bear to wish that I’d never met him.
Or that I still have feelings for him.
“Penelope!” Leila screams from the door before running over and giving me a hug. Her hair’s still a mess, and she’s still wearing an apron, but am I glad to see her. “We’re so sorry for getting here so late! We were too busy with the food and all.”
“It’s okay,
