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chapter twenty three. reconnecting with those we left behind.
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Althea returns to Monaco two weeks into the break — her apartment desolate and empty. Not a trace of life. She's moved on from George. She thinks.
It's been a month since she's seen George — a month since she's spoken to Willa and Augustine. She hates that she cut both of them off. Actually, she feels horrible about not talking to either one of them — Willa did nothing wrong.
She had basically vanished off the face of the earth — the day she and George parted ways, she'd cancelled all of her future appearances. She didn't post, she didn't even leave her house. For all intents and purposes, Althea Mariana Perez had gone incognito.
She'd dropped the 63 in her social media handles and in her bios — she'd even gone as far as wiping any trace of George off her social media.
Out of sight, out of mind.
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And for the most part, she is doing good. Until she sees Augustine.
Which leads to three days later, Augustine sitting in Althea's apartment. "I'm sorry." she says softly. "I didn't know... that it would end so horribly wrong."
"But it did."
"It did." Augustine glances at Althea. "I went to rehab by the way. I know I'm sorry isn't enough to fix it. I know that."
Althea shrugs. "I'm over it." a silent pause. "Have you heard anything about him...?"
Augustine shakes her head. "I try not to ask." she says softly. "You look... different."
Althea catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror — Augustine is right. In the month she's disappeared, she's gotten chunky blonde highlights that look platinum and bangs. "I... needed a change."
