Chapter 23

Ambre
I spent the worst night of my life. Impossible to sleep for more than a few hours without horrible images poisoning my mind. Those images? My best friend in the arms of the guy I fell in love with.
This morning I didn't have the courage to get up for breakfast, far too reluctant to cross paths with the object of my insomnia. I'm not even sure if he remembers anything from last night, but I can't pretend. Pretend we didn't kiss. Pretend he didn't confess to me what happened with my best friend. Pretend I have no feelings for him. Pretend that... He slept with Esther. My Esther. Lying on my bed, I've been brooding since morning, letting the hours pass before I decide to call Holly. I don't know if this affair was supposed to be a secret, but I think it concerns all of us, knowing that she's a close friend.