"You look like you’re about to open a box of grenades," Pippa says.
She leans her hip against the packing table and stares at the black box like it’s a ticking bomb.
"Should I vacate the room? I still have a pool party coming up next week and I’m really not ready to die inside this skincare factory."
I don't even know what to tell her. My brain is a total mess.
I heave out a long, shaky sigh to try and calm my nerves, but it’s f*****g useless. My heart is beating so hard I think it might actually bruise my chest.
Part of me wants to snatch the box and rip it open right now just so I can stop wondering, but another part of me is terrified of what’s hiding under that silk ribbon.
"I don't think it's something serious anyway," I tell her, trying to sound casual, but my voice is thin a
