“I don’t want to say I told you so.” I whipped my hand out behind me, holding up one finger. “If you say it, I swear, I’ll spend the rest of my time here destroying every pair of shoes you own.” “That’s just mean. Why would you say something like that?” His voice hitched up an octave like I’d just threatened a pet or a child. “A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.” Standing, I looked at myself in the mirror. Death. I looked like the Grim Reaper’s new girlfriend.
