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“I know that look,”
“Who pissed you off?”
the glimpse into their past both fascinated and saddened me.
She was prickly, uptight, and as cuddly as a cactus. Yet somehow, she had a way of making even the worst situations more tolerable.
But that was the thing about death—it came for everyone. Young and old, rich and poor, good and evil. It was life’s greatest equalizer.
Regular families buried the dead and grieved. Families like mine had to issue press statements.
The money was a prison, but it was all I had. Without it, Xavier Castillo as the world knew him would cease to exist, and the possibility of losing the only value I had was more terrifying than living the rest of my life in a gilded cage.
I wished I cared. I was glad I didn’t.
“Have you ever wished someone would die?” I asked softly. “I don’t mean figuratively or in a moment of anger. I mean, have you ever lain awake at night, dreaming of how life would be better if a specific person didn’t exist?”
“Yes.”
“It doesn’t make us bad people, nor is it an excuse. We can’t always control our thoughts, but we can control what we do about them.”
It occurred to me that I might’ve been the only person who’d checked on Xavier’s well-being since he arrived—everyone else was too busy or didn’t care—and the realization sent a conflicting rush of emotions through me.
Sharing food was a simple, platonic act that people did every day, so why did my stomach feel like a breeding ground for a fresh swarm of butterflies?
“You have a habit of breaking into my bedroom, Luna,”
“Let’s hear it.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“You never told me you were a designer,”
“I’m not. This is just something I do to pass the time.”
“Interesting. Because to me, it looks like you’re trying to perfect a design.”
“Is there a reason you broke into my room again, or are you really that bored?”
“I wanted to see how you’...
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Despite his faults, Xavier was human. An infuriating one, yes, but he wasn’t malicious or mean-spirited, and there was more to him than the c...
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We had shitty fathers whom we’d never forgive. End of story.
“I know it’s your natural habitat, but most people start with a house. Maybe a nice landscape.”
“Landscapes are boring, and I don’t care much for home design.”
“I go to enough bars that I can easily spot the flaws in each one. I thought it’d be fun to try ...
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“And you say I’m ...
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“Hey, if it’s good enough for Prince Rhys, it’s good enough for me. He likes sketching in his free time too.”
“Now you’re just making stuff up.” I couldn’t imagine the gorgeous but broody crown prince of Eldorra enjoying something as soft as drawing. He looked like he wrestled bears for fun.
“I swear. I read about it in an interview last...
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“I said your hobbies are boring, not you. I don’t find a single thi...
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God, I wished he were an asshole. It would make thing...
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“I like my room.”
“You’re welcome to join me. There’s plenty of space.”
It hadn’t occurred to me before, but in a house filled with his family, I was the first person to check and see if he was okay.
I was relieved that we no longer hung on tenterhooks, waiting for a final health verdict, but I couldn’t fully process that he was gone and never coming back.
“Do you think I’m a monster for not crying?”
“No,”
“People grieve in different ways.”
Sloane was the closest thing I had to a support system, and she didn’t even like me. But she was here, I wanted her here, and that was more than I could say for anyone else in my life.
“I can cry if I’m in pain,”
“But I’ve never cried out of sadness.
“We seem to have more and more in common,”
Shitty fathers. Commitment issues. Major need of therapy. Who said adults couldn’t bond over trauma?
The world is big enough for all of our dreams. There’s potential in each and every one of us, and I hope you fulfill yours to the point of happiness.
life ebbs and flows, and there’s always room for change. Humans have the capacity for growth until they leave this earth, so never feel like it’s too late for you to take another road if you’re unhappy with the one you’re traveling.
Be proud of the person you’ve become and the person you’ll grow into.
You’re my greatest joy, and you always will be. Love always, Mom
The greatest gift we have is time. Use it wisely.
Five people were in charge of my family fortune’s fate, and my publicist was one of them. Once again: What the fuck?
