Chapter 13

Lyra

I took off the dress the minute I got home, going into the bathroom where I took off my underwear and makeup too, and I stood under the shower for twenty minutes, just fuming.

He was an asshole.

A pure motherfucker.

How could he have dumped another person's drink on me? Emphasis on the "another person's" and smirk at that too.

I didn't know what to do with my anger, and after another ten minutes in the bathroom just calming myself down, I came out into the bedroom, where I put on a baggy t-shirt I bought.

I wore nothing underneath it except for a pant and thin tube I fished out from my purchase, and I went down into the kitchen like that to search for what to eat.

The chef had come by already, and I settled for the bacon, bread, and tea that was available—even though it was already noon—before sitting by the counter to scroll through my phone.

My dad's company case was still very much ongoing, and my dad was still nowhere to be seen.

That part baffled me a lot.

The fact that he