Yesterday was such a relief. It was nice to finally let go of my guilt and come clean about my relationship with Adrian to Alexander. But I couldn’t keep reliving the moment as Sloane and I got ready for our Sunday brunch. 

The soft clang of our heels echoed through the dorm hallway. I was laughing as Sloane nudged me playfully, her curls bouncing with every step. 

“I swear, if they serve that god-awful mushroom quiche again, I’m calling for a culinary uprising,” she said, twirling ...