Hayley's POV
"It's good to see you getting along with Stella, I thought you both were going to remain enemies."
"We aren't enemies." I snapped, rolling my eyes as I lifted the nightgown off the dressing table and put it on. I turned around to return to the bed, but I couldn't help the sharp pain shooting through me. My legs had become swollen with edema, my back felt like plastic, and the painkillers were beginning to mess with my emotions.
"I never said you were enemies," I groaned finally able to lie on the bed and rest my head on the pillow. "I just meant to say you and Stella were usually at loggerheads. She's not all that bad, she's a good girl."
Lorenzo had been standing by the door, a loaf of bread in his right hand, and a cup of water in the other. He looked younger, his eyes sparkling in the fluorescent lights. I wondered how quickly his mood would change if I told him the horrible things I did with Stella.
