Wild Side (Rose Hill, #3)

by Elsie Silver

And please, call me Trixie.”

My girl fr

My eyes catch on one in particular that makes me smile. Skylar’s happy face staring back at me with a shiny golden award in her hand.

Love this

But Rosie’s snark doesn’t miss a beat. “Oh weird. It’s like you’re putting on too much blush right before our eyes.”

LMFAO

“I think what’s happening here is that the Venn diagram of people who listen to Skylar Stone”—she shakes her left hand—“and the wrestling fans who love it enough to attend live events”—she shakes her right hand—“do not cross over very much.”

BAAHAHAGAG PLEASE

I swipe a tear off my cheek. The ache of missing my sister is no less sharp, but now I can cry happy tears over her rather than just sad ones.

UGHHHH