Chapter 115 Soothing Star

• The restaurant’s whisper-fueled silence is still unraveling as I sinks low in my chair, hands hovering near my lashes as if to check for mascara carnage.
• Bianca leaning in with a sly grin, voice oozing mock concern, “Girl, the only thing more dramatic than that exit was how you clung to those lashes for dear life. Forget Terrell—your mascara’s got a stronger hold on your conscience than he ever did.”
• I groans, half-laughing behind her hand.