Chapter 52
- Ava’s POV
- Saturday night. Family dinner. Again. Didn't want to go, but here we are. Cecille, sweet thing, ironed my dress like it was a holy shroud. "Hope no one tries to rip it off you this time, Miss Ava," she'd said, bless her heart.
- I'd just closed the window, pulling the curtain shut on the world. "Ugh, yeah. Last time was… memorable."