Maddison Lorenzo.
“Are you gonna forgive me?” Fushia pouts, holding up the little boutique bag. She just bought me a new phone I didn’t even ask for, all because she still feels guilty about Estella hitting me.
“Fushia, I’m gonna hit your head on that glass over there.” I say, but it comes out flat. We usually burst into laughter because that’s not the first weird threat I’ve thrown at her. She just grins.
“I’ll let you happily hit.”
“Yeah, right?” I push my hair out of my face as we head toward the waiting car. I was at work today, but she literally came and dragged me out. Probably because I was moping. All day I’ve been waiting for a call or a text from Adonis. I mean, after what happened yesterday… I don’t know if I should be more afraid of the repercussions of going against him,
