“Let them look and talk but take no shit. Ever.” A darker grin cuts across his face, a coldness appearing in his eyes as he glances at the rest of the room. No one else notices his change in expression. “Don’t ever let them see you stumble. There's strength in a smile. Even if it's forced.” His gaze meets mine, and whatever he sees has his expression softening. “You seem like a fighter anyway, little sea star.” “Sea star?” My brows scrunch together. Wasn’t that a starfish?
SHE IS COLLECTING THEM LIKE POKEMON CARDS🫣
