42 - Twice the LikeKatieI hadn’t spoken to Dylan for three whole days.Three. Whole. Days.Which, apparently, was enough time for me to be a mess. I missed him so much it physically hurt, but I also knew I couldn’t just let myself slide back into his arms without sorting through the disaster at work. So, I did what I always did when I felt like a mess. I journaled. Pages and pages about my feelings, Justin being a dickhead, Dylan’s temper, and how all of it somehow tangled together until my brain felt like it was stuffed with marshmallows.Between journaling and working from home, I locked myself in my home studio. My workbench was littered with scraps of silver, half-set stones, and sketches of designs that had nothing to do with Opulence’s official projects.They were mine. Purely mine.The necklace I’d been piecing together was bold, and I could
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