Chapter 17

EMILIA

When I get to Tessa’s apartment, the first thing I do is head straight for the shower.

I take my time, scrubbing away the day—the mess, the stress, all of it. By the time I step out, I feel lighter, like I’m washing off a version of myself I don’t want to be anymore.

Perfect. That was the plan anyway.

I slap a bandaid on my hand, wrap my curls in a towel, and head to my bedroom. Clothes and makeup supplies are scattered everywhere—new things I bought over the past two weeks.

Tess didn’t want me at the bakery after the location got leaked. She was terrified for me. The thought makes me smile.

But then I spent too much of my bakery money on impulse buys, so I had to get back to work—despite Tessa’s protests. Funny, considering a few months ago, she was the one dragging me to work.

I didn’t just shop while I was home. I watched YouTube tutorials, learned how to dress cuter, do my makeup, and style my 4C hair. I’m no expert, but I’m way b