I knew something bad would happen soon. Things always do every time I start feeling happy and my life begins flowing a little too smoothly in consecutive days—just as it has been doing for the past few days since Grandma's visit to my house.
That's why, when I saw Noah a while ago in the boutique, I wasn't too gutted.
I was disappointed, yes, but not enough to make me flinch when he called my name. I did freeze though, worse when Ivy hugged me. Then she started asking questions—a clear sign that Noah hasn't yet announced our breakup to the staff members at that upholstery company of his.
Fucking sicko!
"Here, the server said to eat them whilst they're hot. They taste better that way," Desmond places a pie in my hand and juice next to me on the table before sitting across from me and biting into his food. "Hmm, now this is what I call a food orgasm," he murmurs to himself, making me chuckle.
