Chapter 18

Denise’s POV

I had reached home. I don’t even know how I did that. It was all a blur. Me leaving the restaurant and finally coming to my apartment. I didn’t know how long I had been sitting alone. And I didn’t know how much time I had spent crying.

I finally woke up and turned on the lights, and looking at the mirror next to the switch, I noticed I looked horrible. My eyes were red and puffy, and my cheeks were red and blotchy.

I laughed a bit hollowly at my reflection and walked to the bathroom. After taking a long and hot shower, I called Ingrid. Then I changed my mind. Ingrid was not my crutch despite how much I could lean on her when I had a problem.

I started on the muffins the next day. There were little things that made me happy. This was one of them. The fact that people loved what I did was a real confidence boost.

As I was about to mix the dough, my phone rang. It was Fabian. Automatically, without me realizing it, I was smiling. I noticed it