"Oh girl," Amara sang as she walked into Celeste's room, the paper bags in her hands crinkled with every step. "I met Dominic Cross for the first time in my life," she crooned like she was still drunk on the memory.
Celeste barely looked up from where she sat. She was huddled in the corner of the room, with the blanket around her shoulders like armor.
"He looked so unreal. I couldn't believe it," Amara continued as she walked to the small side table and dropped the groceries. She grinned and turned to Celeste. "God, I see why Landon don't—"
Her words died in her throat when her gaze landed fully on Celeste's face.
She froze.
Celeste didn't look like someone who had just been kissed by a man like Dominic. She looked... hollow.
Like something precious had been ripped from her. Hold on, she has never seen her friend this down and hopeless.
"C?" Amara's voice softened as she stepped closer. "What's going on? What happened?"
