After a minute of silence, Mason crookedly smiled, shaking his head. “Natalie, you look incredible.” My cheeks heated and I looked down at my red heels, crossing my ankles. “Thanks, Mase.” “I’m really sorry for what happened with Shay.” “It’s fine. I handled it.” At that, Mason laughed. “Yeah. So I heard.” Feeling more comfortable, he took the empty seat on the bed next to me. “I can’t remember you ever standing up for yourself like that, Natalie.” I shrugged. “Well, I never felt strong enough to do it before now.”
Why do girls in books always have to literally shrink in order to find their voice?
