Chapter 63. Head High and Shoulders Squared

BELLADONNA 

When I finally regained feeling in my legs, I pushed myself off Gianna, staggering like I was drunk to the door. Maybe I was intoxicated; drunk on misery. Anything was possible at this point in my life. 

I reached the door, about to open it, but then hands grabbed me, pulling me away from the door. 

“Deep breaths, Bella,” Gianna whispered, holding me tight. “Deep breaths. You don't want to go out in this state. All eyes will be on you. All lips will whisper bullshit as you pass. They’ve always been wary of you, and now they will see this as an opportunity to badmouth you and try to take you down. So, deep breaths.” 

I did as she said, inhaling and holding it for a few seconds before I exhaled softly. 

“Good. Keep that up. You’ll keep your head high, Belladonna. Do you hear me?”

I nodded, inhaling and exhaling. 

“You won't let them see any weakness. You won’t give them something to whisper about. You’