Lia's POVI flopped onto my bed with a groan, burying my face in the pillow. The pit in my stomach twisted tighter with every second. I wasn’t sure if it was guilt or fear, probably both. Maybe I should’ve just gone in and pretended everything was fine, even though it clearly wasn’t.But pretending was exhausting. And I was tired. So, so tired.I stared at the ceiling, mentally preparing myself for the inevitable fallout. Mr. Andrews was many things intimidating, brilliant, infuriating but he wasn’t someone you could easily avoid. Not for long. Especially not when he had a way of being everywhere all at once. I had no doubt my little sick-day stunt was already causing chaos in his meticulously organized calendar.Good.The thought made me smile just a little. But it quickly faded. I wasn’t trying to sabotage anything, really. I just needed a break from the coldness, the confusion, the mixed signals.The retreat had been the final straw.What kind of fashion assistant was sent to a tec
Last Updated : 2025-06-28
