Four strangers from different walks of life meet on a cruise and spend an unforgettable week together. All of them on their own self-discovering journeys, and onboard for different reasons.
Texan heiress and ballet prodigy, Brooklyn Brankovich, lon...
Chapter Eighty-nine: "The truth shall fuck you over"
I woke up and rolled over on my side. There was nothing motivating me to move. Mel and Sutton were taking care of the shop and all the renovations, they didn't need me.
No Noah lying beside me, waiting for me to wake up and bother me. I scoffed at the thought.
Was yesterday even real? Noah and Gael told Cassie and I they lied about the whole reason we're here. This was a sham - all seven months. What a joke.
My feet found the carpet before slipping into my slippers. I trudged to the bathroom and closed myself inside.
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The elevator doors parted and I was in the lobby. First, I went to check my mail.
I didn't bother looking my best, I didn't even feel like leaving apartment 311. I was clad in a black Lorrcan puffer jacket, a plain white tee, a pair of all white Adidas, and denim jeans. My hair was back in a low, neat bun and parted in the middle. To show how much I didn't care, no accessories, just my cream-colored Coach pennie shoulder bag that I couldn't keep up on my arm.
"Good morning, Brooklyn," Marvin, the building's leasing manager, said to me as I walked past his desk.
I didn't want to be rude to Marvin who's always been nice to me, but I wasn't in the mood.
"What's good about it?" I spat back, unlocking my mail slot.
"Don't be like that," he said, "what's up?" I admired his kind nature but I wasn't in the mood for small talk. Hell, I wasn't in the mood for anything but crawling back in bed.
After digging out some envelopes and a small package, I sighed and slammed the door closed. I made sure to lock it back and fake-smiled at Marvin.
"Not much," I said with a huff and walked out of the room.
"Well I can see you don't want to talk," Marvin threw his arms up in innocence and got out of my way, "I know when I'm being annoying. Have a good day."
Having gotten to the front door, I stopped and looked over my shoulder to actually try and smile at him for real this time since he was still sweet and trying to lighten my mood. "You too, Marvin," I said, making my exit.
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"Are you sure you want to return this item," the older, blonde woman clerk asked me.
I returned to her after looking around the store. With a prolonged sigh and my hands in my coat pocket, I said, "Yeah. It was a gift for someone I'm not talking to right now."
It was Gael's second gift - a floating globe lamp. His first was a Mont Blanc watch but it couldn't be returned so I figured I'll just give it to Sutton as a thank you for all he's been doing for my boutique.
