|| Cora ||
I stayed by the window like a statue, my fingers gripping the edge of the sill so tightly that my knuckles turned white. The cold glass pressed against my forehead, but I barely felt it. My eyes were fixed on the driveway below, where the sleek black Ferrari had pulled in moments ago. Lorenzo was back. And so was *her*.
Becky. The name alone was enough to make my stomach churn. She had flaunted their closeness in front of me earlier, her laughter ringing in my ears like a taunt. They had gone out together, reminiscing about their past dates, or so she had said. A date. Lorenzo had gone on a date with her. How could he humiliate me this way? How could he be so careless with my heart, as if it meant nothing to him?
I thought I had moved on. I thought I could live happily with L
