PENELOPE
The estate was silent when I got home.
Not in the peaceful, relaxing kind of way—but in the isolating, hollow kind of way that made it very clear I was living in a stranger’s house.
Christian wasn’t home.
I didn’t know if that was a relief or an inconvenience.
Letting out a breath, I kicked off my heels, stretching my sore feet before heading to my room. The moment I stepped in, I grabbed a towel and went straight to the bathroom.
The warm water did wonders for my muscles, washing away the exhaustion from the long day.
The opening was a massive success, and I wished my mum had been alive a little longer to see it.
Despite the media circus. Despite the lingering weight of Christian’s words from the night before.
"Who else would want to be with someone like you?"
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