Zenia's POV

I felt better. I confessed and I immediately felt better. The truth had been buried inside of me and had been eating at me like a cancer for far too long.

I got dressed. I went to the do the thing I loved doing the very most-- work at my boutique. I got started on my sister's wedding dress designs as I hummed along to Rihanna's "Russian Roulette".

Ashley came busting through the doors in tears and looking a wreck.

I leaped at the sight of her. I had never seen her in such a nasty condition before. I went over to my best friend immediately.

"Sweetie, what's...