Chapter 17
Audrey
"She's right through here."
The nurse pulled aside the curtain and let Tina and I through. Exchanging glances, we stepped into Avis's small hospital room- the scent of antiseptic mixed with fresh flowers from a vase on the side table overwhelming us.
"You guys came." Avis grinned at us from the hospital bed, her blonde head sporting a clean white bandage where she had hit it.
Tina and I surged forward, each of us hugging Avis from one side. When we pulled away, I practically had tears in my eyes. Tina pushed her red hair out of her face and beamed down at Avis, "Tina told me you were okay," I said,
id, "but I had to see fo
see for myself"
Avis giggled and tucked a stray blonde curl behind her ear. "The doctor said it was just a mild concussion," she said, reaching up to touch the bandage covering her temple. "Did you h
have to get stitches?" Tina asked as she leaned closer to get a better look.
Avis nodded and let out a huff. "Yeah. They said it might leave a bit of a scar on my eyebrow."
Tima and I exchanged angry glances, and I felt my chest clench. Reaching out to give Avis's hand a squeeze, I said, "I'm sorry that happened. It's my
"Your fault" Avis narrowed her eyes at me. "How!"
I swallowed and shrugged. "I was useless. I should have tried harder to get away from them, to="
to hear it." Avis waved her hand dismissively. "I haven't regretted biting Linda for even
those words. Without thinking, I leaned forward again and threw my arms around Avis, squeezing her so tight I thought her
ear.
of Linda" Tina said, waving her phone at us, "I just got word
and I
cut off her credit card. Looks like the princess is poor now, just like the rest of us." She paused then, her eyes widening slightly as she scrolled through the
saucers as I
in the implication: Linda might not be in the running for the fashion show after all. Perhaps she truly had become the exact embodiment of the type of person
couldn't produce a worthwhile garment
her life.
around- such a loud
the back
time
down the hallway with a bag in hand-a bag containing the
his apartment earlier
wasn't there, although I doubted that was the case. I didn't want to see him, not after spending the night in his apartment, and
That would be ideal.
door and reached for the handle, a sudden voice caught
"Excuse me,"
to see a woman walking toward me. She was tall and curvaceous, with dark brunette hair and warm brown eyes. She wore a pencil skirt into which was t down,
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