The next day, Leonica sat in the comfort of her living room, looking through the guest list for Ashley’s birthday party. But truthfully, only half of her mind was on the task. The other half was wandering dangerously close to the conversation she had with Gabriel the previous day, more so, the words she had spoken to him.
Now, the white-Ette was a hundred percent aware that Gabriel was a scumbag, she had experienced it firsthand, after all. But for some reason, reasons that she tried time and time again to ignore, she couldn’t help but wonder if she had been too harsh on him.
Even an asshole didn’t deserve such a brutal truth and she could have done a better job at selling it smooth to him, right?
“Ha,” Sighing, she placed the guest list down and ran her fingers through her hair, cursing at her mind for thinking hard and long over something such as this, that she didn’t even want to recall.