Chapter 12

Violet's POV

Brielle knows that about me and we get along really well, she was also from a rich family she had a rich Dad too, but both father's were doing well for themselves.

“I want to sleep,” I said, dismissively as I dropped my luggage in her living room and slumped on the couch.

“Girl, are you okay? You came all the way from Carlifornia to sleep in my house?” her voice spoke high volumes of her unbelief.

But I didn't say a word, I just kept mute.

“If you're going through something and you don't want to talk about it, there's no problem. I've got some ice cream, cookies, cakes, I could even cook if you don't mind, we can talk about whatever it is later.” She suggested, I love her sense of humor. She's the best person to be with at this stage of my life.

“Thanks for being considerate, ice cream will do so much,” I say casually, clenching a pillow against my chest, “Alright,” she said walking into her kitchen.

In less than three minutes she was out, with two plates in her hand, one