Dalia’s POV Home. I stood in front of our dainty gate and breathed in a sigh of relief but also felt a pang of longing and loneliness in my chest. I might have left New York but a big part of me stayed there. Chelsea wiped her head with the back of her hand and let out a relieved
Dalia’s POV The next 3 weeks went by quickly and I was counting down the days until I could leave New York City. Chelsea had gotten my things from Alexander's home and company and she might have said a piece of her mind to Alexander, landed a slap on Ava and punched Blondie square in
Dalia's POV “So, what's the next step?” Chelsea asked as soon as she got to where I was sitting by the kitchen counter while waiting for her to finish up what she was doing. “I’m going back to Texas”, I said softly and waited for her to last out at me again but she just sighed. “We need
Dalia’s POV “Urgh, my head feels like a whole circus is having a show in it”, I groaned as I tried to sit up. Keyword being tried because a snoring Chelsea was sprawled across me, making me fall back onto the pillow. “Get off me, you hippopotamus”, I said and tried to push Chelsea awa
Alexander's POV It was already late but I couldn't bring myself to go home. Flashback from how the day went kept coming to me and I was mentally exhausted. Was it really worth throwing all the love I have for her into the air? She should have opened up to me earlier. If she had, we would
Dalia's POV “I’m moving back to Texas”. “What?” Chelsea stopped in her tracks and looked at me like I had grown another head. “No, you're not. You're can't change environment everytime something doesn't sit well with you”, she said and I felt like I had been slapped across the face.