Chapter 91: Everyone Loves You
Savannah
I hated cleaning. More than Chloe, more than Cassandra, more than every single person who had ever made it their life mission to chip away at me, I hated the feeling of wiping down someone else’s mess, even if that “someone” was just me and the dust bunnies under my couch.
Two days after Roman dropped me off and helped carry my things in, that’s all I had been doing—cleaning, scrubbing, pretending that organizing clutter somehow organized the mess inside my head that finally occurred to me.
For a vacation that lasted barely a week, my apartment had transformed into a disaster zone, as if the dust itself had thrown a rave party while I was gone. Dishes I swore I washed before leaving were suspiciously dirty, clothes I never wore were sprawled a
