“You can’t expect me to live in Ireland for the next couple months,” Aurora says through a tight smile. I know what she did to make me hate her, but I wonder what I did to warrant such sour behavior. Other than being a cunt just now. Come to think of it, that’s probably all it took. Then, of course, there’s the matter of the boyfriend. The rich, shiny boyfriend she said she’d never date, yet I saw her in the ballroom, clinging to his Brioni-clad arm like bad breath on a fecking alcoholic.
