Chapter 23
Rose is buried in articles about Leo. Resenting elegant women next to him in the photos circulating all over social media. Nails clawed in the white feathery rug. Anxiety propelling, hating herself for every emotion invoked by him. The sun is setting yet the model she is busy with since morning is not completed. Her back against the couch with design tools scrambled around. Stress closing in, as time reminds her of what must be done but her brain momentarily derails from work.
Snapping out of a mesh of thought at the screeching sound produced by the door when it creaks open.
“Hey!” Des says with delight. Kicking the door shut, with a huge pizza box and plastic bags occupying her hands.
“Gosh. You sure know how to make an entrance.” Resting her head on the cushion top.
“I am so, so, so, sorry I ditched you, especially now that I am cautioned not to leave you alone.” Sitting opposite Rose, opening the box, the garlic smell diffusing across the room.