A week later
*********Tessa*********
My hands slid on the dining table in my living room while I tried to get my mind away from whatever dirty thought I had going on just to focus on the cake I had been baking for the last thirty minutes .
My phone vibrated from beside me and when I read if, it was a text from Isabel and secondly a text from Nicolas followed.
I almost smiled at the text I had received but remembering all the predicaments that I was in I couldn’t find myself smoking at nothing.
A whole week had psssed since I move away from Lillian’s mansion and I have trying to get myself together.
While I wouldn’t deny that this wasn’t the result that I expected I still cannot deny that I was so just even way worse than I had imagined that I would be.
For the first time in my
