NIRELLE

I lie on the bed with my face to the ceiling. I don't know if this was what girls in the movies and books meant when they said butterflies on the belly, but the feeling of reconciling with Lucien felt too good; it almost felt like a lie. My phone vibrates on the table, and I walk up to it. I pick up the phone and see it is another message from Yvette.

'I was praising you, but you had to disappoint me with your actions.' I sigh at her message and how shallow she was being. I didn't know ...