K I A R A
Alice and I were in the kitchen baking some cookies for fun. As much as she would like to call herself my personal maid, Alice was my only friend here.
She was the only one around my age who wasn't intimidated by my title. And the only one who wasn't trying to get into Damon's pants.
She was bubbly and fun, and she always knew how to make me laugh. She was my only escape from all the drama.
"So, how's married life treating you?" she asked, wiping the flour off her nose with the back of her hand.
"It's... complicated," I said, shrugging.
"Complicated how?"
"I don't know, al. It's just... he's so confusing. One minute he's a possessive jerk, the next he's protective and caring. I don't know what to think."
"Sounds like someone's falling for her husband," she teased.
"No,"
