◆◆◆ Chapter 3 ◆◆◆
~ Anne McGiver ~
I screamed the moment my bedroom door closed behind me.
It was not a delicate, feminine sound. It was raw and frustrated and came from somewhere deep in my chest. I threw my bag across the room, watching with grim satisfaction as it hit the wall and my books spilled everywhere.
“How dare he!”
Mia, who followed me inside, wisely said nothing. She just picked up my scattered belongings while I paced back and forth across my bedroom floor like a caged animal.
“Who does he think he is?” I was practically shouting now. “I’m Anna McGiver. Anna McGiver. I’ve been on the cover of Vogue. I have twelve million i********: followers. Men literally write me love letters and marriage proposals every single day!”
“I know, Anna…”
“And he just… he just walked away
