CHAPTER 86

Mia wiped away the tears that had snuck out of her eyes from the force of the uppercut she gave herself and looked down at the blood on her hand. Her nose was bleeding. Fabulous. That was just perfect.

More annoyed now than embarrassed, Mia got to her feet. She turned around and got back in the lift. She rode it in silence back to her apartment and went straight to the bathroom where she washed her face, removed the mascara-soaked tears from her cheeks, and gave herself a critical look in the mirror. She was going to have a black eye tomorrow. Of course, she was. Shit like this always happened to her. Mumbling about the unfairness of her life, Mia stripped out of her blood-spotted t-shirt and pulled on a well-worn Kensington Cougars AFL supporters t-shirt. She eyed her trackie dacks but turned from temptation. She might feel a little miserable now after her embarrassing spill, but she wouldn’t give in to the seductive call of comfortable fleece and a stretchy waistband. She