Rebecca Was My Dessert
"This happened..."
Of course, I should not have done it, dear, but I heard her talking to her friend in the bathroom. You know she did not want to be here, dragged to a dinner party by her parents. I do not...
"This happened..."
Of course, I should not have done it, dear, but I heard her talking to her friend in the bathroom. You know she did not want to be here, dragged to a dinner party by her parents. I do not...
"Just one more, Iona..."
I compartmentalised friends as ‘normal’ and ‘not normal’. Mila was undoubtedly ‘not normal’, bitch or lover, take your pick. How we met was unexpected. Missing my train, I cursed the appalling weather and retreated to the station café. Working as...