All Chapters of Re-Arranged: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Shopping with Leona Castelli was like a college. It was educating, time consuming, and expensive, and it was one hell of a ride.Liviana wasn’t sure what she was expecting when the woman had dragged her out of bed and practically forced her into an outfit that showed much more skin than she was used to, with a skirt that fell just above her knee and a tank top hidden under a leather jacket to match her black skirt and boots, but the last thing she thought was that they were going to spend their entire afternoon in the mall. Not that she was complaining. No. Truthfully, she was having a great time, being dragged from store to store and talked into trying on outfit after outfit until they had their arms filled to the brim with bags of new clothes for each of their closets and plenty of decorative items to make Liviana’s new house feel like home. Which is why, after their fourth trip to Leona’s car, Liviana decided to insist it was time they call it quits.“I think we’ve gotten more than

The interaction she had with Blaze that night hadn’t left Liviana’s mind once. In the week that it had been since, the memory had just been floating around in the back of her mind, glowing in the midst of all her dark thoughts. And with this difficult time in her life, that little ray of hope that they were on a better path had lit her road up like the sun itself, ensuring she wouldn’t take another wrong turn.What Liviana failed to acknowledge was that at the end of the day, the sun always went down, letting the moon take its place and cast a different light, one to suit the darkness. And just like the sun, her hope was bound to vanish, though it would be for much longer than just a single night.In the week since that night, it seemed as though Blaze was avoiding her, and she had no idea as to why. Why would he avoid her after such a great night? After their best interaction yet? Didn’t he want to make progress in their relationship? Didn’t he want things to get better? She would th

After a night of binge watching old reruns of Friends and stuffing their faces with cake, Liviana wakes up feeling oddly refreshed and ready to start her day. Carefully, Liviana climbs out of bed, trying to not disturb Leona who lay beside her, having fallen asleep during their midnight movie marathon, taking up the majority of her bed. Not that Liviana was complaining. She was just pleased they had worked everything out. With that thought in mind, Liviana closes her bathroom door, clicking it shut and leaning against it with a sigh. As happy as she was to have her friends back, she couldn't help but be confused on why Amara was trying to come between them in the first place. Why would she lie? What was her motive behind her attempts at causing chaos? From what Leona had told her, she didn't have any. She was simply a bad person who took joy from others' misfortunes, even going as far as to create their hard times just for the fun of it. Still, despite Leona's explanation, Liviana co

"So, what do we think?" "I think that it's good that I chose a spot where it can be hidden." Liviana mutters, letting her shirt fall and fixing her jeans, turning to face Violet and Leona who linger behind her and the mirror. "It's beautiful, though. And I love it." "Well, if you love it, then somebody else's opinion should not matter." Leona says, giving her a pointed look as she comments that Liviana shouldn't care what her parents thought. "Yeah." Violet agrees. "It's your body, Livi. You can do with it what you please and your parents don't get a say in any of it." "It's your body, your life, and your happiness on the line." Leona says, placing a hand on her shoulder and spinning her back to face the mirror. Violet lifts the corner of her shirt for her to see the blue butterfly once more. "Don't let your parents dictate it, okay? You have to do what's right for you." "And if getting a beautiful picture of art tattooed onto your skin is what feels right for you," Violet adds,

“Liviana?” The knocking persists and the woman in question sighs.Taking a deep breath to compose herself, Liviana tilts her chin up and plasters a smile on her face. “Coming!” She calls before turning to open the door, greeting the woman on the other side and praying she couldn’t see past her wide smile.. “Hi, Elara!”The mother-in-law couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “Do not take that fake enthusiastic tone with me, Liviana.” She warns, strutting past her into the girl’s bedroom. “And don’t think that overcompensating smile is going to fool me into thinking that you’re alright, when I know that you’re anything but.”Liviana sighs, letting the door fall closed once more than she turns to face the older woman. There’s an inner battle of debate on whether to feign ignorance of having no idea what she was talking about, continuing her act of being perfectly fine, or to give Elara a peek behind the curtains to find her true vulnerable self that was riddled with anxiety, intimidated by ju