Chapter 137
- Fiona: I wish. He was in the men’s section looking lost and kind of annoyed at a shirt and I made some dumb comment about men needing stylists and he LAUGHED. Like his laugh was like caramel. Like warm caramel melting on pancakes.
- I snorted out loud then slapped my hand on my mouth, suddenly aware of the fact that I was still in the library.
- Milicent: Caramel?? You’re gone already.