“Lexi, what’s happening to you?”
“I don’t know. Maybe I grew up. Maybe I don’t believe in fairytales anymore. After all, no one has seen what Cinderella did after marrying the prince.”
NICK and LEXI
“You know, one day you have to tell us what’s going on between you and Nick,” says Elina, my sister, while we’re having a drink on Tuesday night with our friend, Christine.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Stop it, Lexi. Elina is right. You’ve been behaving strangely around Nick for a few weeks. I don’t see why, unless you’re hiding something,” Christine reproaches me.
They have read the situation well, but I’m not ready to tell them the truth. I’m too angry with Nick to be able to talk calmly about what’s going on between us. Well, what’s going on with me; he knows not
