"Can we do a quick stop at Lulu? I really want some new yoga pants?" Elle turns around as asks the group as we approach the store front. Before I can even politely agree the rest of the group emphatically agree and charge into the store. Maybe I should get myself some new yoga pants too, I remember
I don't understand how these girls do it, we shop for nearly four hours without any of them showing any signs of boredom or tiredness. I feel like everytime we leave a store, the light outside gets darker. Some stores we are in for two minutes whereas others we are there for an hour. We also don't s
I almost laugh at my phone as I read the response. Not only did he finally learn how to use emojis, but he also sent the perfect text for Peppy to accidentally see. She doesn't say anything for a while and I think the conversation has reached its end before she sighs and opens her mouth once more.
The driver and I end up arriving later than we thought, and it was all he could talk about in the gridlock traffic. I made things a little more difficult by changing when I got back; a simple black dress that hugged my waist very tightly (Francesca said that if you can't breathe well then you're doi
"Sarah is great" He agrees with a warm smile. "They're contemplating a move back to London, did she tell you?" I nearly cough up the wine I am drinking from excitement as he tells me. How come she didn't mention it to me? "No she didn't say, that's exciting!" I grin back at him. "They're in the ea
Rhode 's P.O.V I'm not sure what wakes me up, but for some reason I do, and the bed is empty beside me. A terrifying thought ripples through me, fuck she's gone what the fuck did I do? This is before the rational part of me remembers to work and tells me to relax, she's probably just somewhere else
"I just..." she pauses as she opens the top of the milk and hesitated before she pours, seemingly trying to search for the answer in the mug in front of her. "I couldn't sleep not knowing if it was true or not" She sighs and answers before slowly pouring the milk. "So now can you tell me what she s
"My father made our lives hell. He was always angry, always drunk, breaking everything in the house that could be broken, yelling and screaming at us until he was red in the face. Everyday there was something that we had done wrong, nothing was ever good enough and he would always make sure we knew