No Longer Your Errand Girl

on the rooftop, my hands numb, struggling with the frozen clasps of the decoration boxes

a ridiculous white fur monstrosity, squealing with de

fussed over her, adjusting her p

darling!

rollably, the wind whipping my hair aroun

ot to look so miserable, Ava.

e. Tiffany preened, Julian

packaging, but my fingers were too stiff. A wave of dizziness

e doorway, a flicker of annoyance in his eyes before Tiffa

come bac

ound me and helped me to my small room,

iffany, his voice l

ing dramatic.

t her spoil our day, Julian. Maybe she's j

inside me. My already precarious health took another dive