Chapter 27

Kamara’s POV

“Ouch.” I yelped as the needle pricked my finger.

Chantelle hurried out of her room in concern, her eyes searching around like she expected to see a stranger lurking around. “What happened?”

“Was I that loud?” I asked, surprised at her reaction.

She huffed, plopping onto the couch. “Well, it has been really quiet around here and that yelp had me jumping out of my skin.”

I chuckled, returning my attention to the dress I was making. “Just admit that your head hasn’t been in the right place lately.”

“I could say the same for you, Kam. You have been drawing designs and making dresses like you have some kind of deadline that I do not know about. What is going on?”

I kept my eyes focused on the sequin material I was working on. It's been over two weeks since I had sex with Diego. The memory of it would have been harder to deal with if I was drunk on both nights. My skin crawls at the thought of what I have had to do these past months to get money. This isn’t who I intende