Grace
My muscles are screaming from the effort of keeping up with Zara"s drills. She"s clearly decided she needs to punish all of us for the third place under the guise of whipping us all into shape. I"m not sure what it"s going to achieve when we"ll be heading home for the Easter holidays in a couple of weeks and most of us are probably going to make ourselves sick on Easter Egg chocolate.
At least, that"s my plan. Maybe I can eat enough of it that I"ll be able to forget the mess I made of the competition and the confusing feelings I"m having towards Henry.
I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear only to have an image of kissing him flash through my mind. I push it to the side, trying my best to ignore it. This is all his fault. If we hadn"t come close to kissing the other night, I would
