Bitter Love
“Yes, and I might have already started filling out forms.”
“Overachiever,” I scoff with a laugh.
“Speaking of networking, my father is a major donor to an equine wellness charity gala,” Poppy starts. “I’m supposed to go this weekend, but, I, uh…” She blinks rapidly and I can see that not only was I right about her overcompensating, but I can see just how lonely she is. She told me she’s lived here for years and, yet, doesn’t have any friends—which I’m still sure is her fault, as she’s scared them all off.