Elle
I sidestepped Tom who waited by the car. "And fuck his rules."
I flagged down a taxi instead, ignoring Tom's concerned calls. The driver raised an eyebrow as I slid into the backseat, makeup streaked down my face.
"Rough day?"
"You have no idea." I rattled off Sophia's address, already fumbling for my phone.
It rang twice before she picked up. "Elle? Is that actually you calling me? Did hell freeze over?"
Just the sound of her voice made my shoulders drop. "Hey, Soph."
"Oh shit." The teasing tone vanished. "What happened? Are you okay?"
I swallowed hard. "Not really. Can I crash at your place?"
"Already pulling out the ice cream. Mint chocolate chip still your crisis flavor?"
A laugh bubbled up despite everything. "God, I love you."
"I know. Now get your ass over here."
The taxi pulled up to Sophia's building twenty minutes later – one of those sleek high-rises with doormen who knew you by name and carried your groceries. The polar opposite of Adrian's old-money mansion with its
