Chapter 55

• Gala remained surprisingly calm, even as he dealt with a very drunk Selena. Her words were slurred beyond reason, her ramblings laced with bitterness—especially when she started ranting about her job, which Gala couldn’t make heads or tails of. His head was beginning to pound. If he responded, she lashed out. If he stayed quiet, she hit him. Frankly, it was exhausting.
• He hadn't expected this side of her—a girl clearly harboring deep frustrations with her life. And then came the confessions. The suffocating expectations of a mother who seemed to care only about money.
• “I love designing clothes, Gala. Did you know that?” Selena blurted, pausing mid-step to let out a strange sound from the back of her throat. “I want to have my own boutique one day.”