OPHELIA
I said nothing on the ride home.
Charlotte rode alongside me in the back of the car, her fingers moving rapidly over the screen of her phone, swearing softly to herself in her PR lingo. The tension between us was oppressive, but I needed it. I needed the silence to keep myself from coming apart, and blowing up across the soft leather seat of the car.
When we reached my penthouse, I didn't even allow the driver to step out to open the door. I opened the door and ran out, my heels ringing too loudly on the pavement, and stormed into the building.
The moment the front door closed behind me, I turned around to face Charlotte.
"Tell me everything,” I started. “How bad is it?"
Charlotte blinked at me. "You sure you want the full version?" she asked.
"I'm not in the mood for half-t
