Bianca woke up with a headache. She had partied a little too hard last night before calling for her driver. When she got back to her condo she had collapsed into blissful oblivion. It was the best time she had had in weeks.
Ever since Gus came back, she had been living a nightmare. Nothing had gone right and it was all her fault. That damn woman who had slunk in to stand at Gus’s side. Who did she think she was?
Even her friends gossiped about her and the pictures of her and Augustus DaLair someone blasted on their social media. The image had practically grown legs given how quickly it traveled. Everyone wanted to know more about her as if she was someone important. It was infuriating.
Crawling out of bed, Bianca made her way to the bathroom to shower and wash away last night’s makeup a
