Two days later, October 26th, 1990,
New York City, NY.

June's point of view

"Okay guys, hurry up now, we must be gone in ten," I called after the newbies who were getting prepared to come with me to my Chanel photoshoot.

"I can't find my eyeliner!" Stephanie complained, panicking. "Who the fuck took my eyeliner?" she yelled across the room.

"Here, take mine," Crystal offered. "How do I look, June?" she asked, turning to me.

"You look good," I answered, forcing a smile. "Where's Caleb?"

"I'm over here! What's up? Can I do something for you?" he asked, coming from behind me.

"No, I just wanted to check if you were ready," I said, eyeing him. "Turn around."

He did as told, and I studied him as he turned around. He was wearing black tight pants and a white buttom-up shirt accompanied by a black blow tie. Simple, but really classy.

"You look good as well," I concluded, patting his shoulder gently.

Last month, I made sure to have the newbies relooked thanks to David's help. He changed the haircut of each and every one of the newbies, and gave some tips to the girls on how to do a nude make up, and they all listenned carefully to him.

"Come here," Dave told me, and I made my way up to him. "Relax, you're all tensed up," he soothed, touching up my hair. "Are you gonna be fine out there?"

"I have to," I sighed, giving him a little smile. "I'm just a little stressed out."

"I'm not talking about this, June, I'm talking a –"

"June!" April called after me, cutting Dave off.

"Excuse me," I told him, touching his arm. "What is it?" I asked the panicked newbie in front of me.

"I forgot my shoes in California! What am I gonna do? I can't put those heels with this dress, it's – "

"Calm down!" I hissed, putting my hands on both of her shoulders. "What's your shoe size?"

"I, um... Seven I think," she said in a shaky voice. "I'm so stupid, I can't believe I forgot my shoes."

"It's okay, here, go see in my suitecase, I must have a pair that would fit you."
"You're a lifesavior, thank you so much!" she hugged me, and ran towards my suitecase.

I shook my head at her, and a small smile appeared on my face. April is a eighteen year-old girl, and sometimes I feel like she's the little sister I never had. She's clumsy just like me, and she seems to have had a tough life, and I feel like I need to protect her.

"June, we should go now," Rebecca announced, and I nodded my head. "The SUV is ready outside."

"Thanks, Becks," I thanked her, and she disappeared in a corner of the huge hotel suite. "Okay guys, let's go now. Karl's waiting."

It's time for a leap back in time.

***

With the newbies, Rebecca and David following me, we enterred the all too familiar building where the photoshoot would take place, and immediately the roaring of the people in there hit my ears. The setting was already set up, and the many photographers were arranging the last details of it. I took off the sunglasses I put over my eyes to hide any trace of tiredness, and scanned the room in order to find my former manager.

The newbies behind me were quiet, and seemed a little bit starstruck by the entire thing. It's true that, the first time I posed for Chanel, I was starstruck myself by the enourmous work it takes to set up a photoshoot.

"Oh my God, June!" a familiar voice called, and I immediately spotted Karl coming with open arms towards me.

I put back my sunglasses so that Karl wouldn't see my tired and puffy eyes, and went to give him a tight hug, "Hey K," I said, a small smile touching my lips.

"Doll, I'm so happy to see you," he purred, rubbing my back. "How have you been?"

"I've been fine, and yourself?"

"I'm way better now that you're here. I missed you so much," he half whispered before breaking our embrace.

"I missed you too, K, really," I smiled and gave his gloved hand a squeeze.

"I heard about you and Michael. I'm glad you have each other back. Really," he smiled brightly.

"Yeah," I smiled a little, and let go of his hands. "Let me introduce you my new recruits," I changed topic, taking a step aside so that he could see my newbies. "Guys, meet Mr. Lagerfeld."

Karl shook hands with all of them, smiling at the starstruck stares they were giving him.

"It's so nice to meet you, Mr. Lagerfeld," Crystal said, and all the newbies agreed with "yeah's".

Karl nodded, and turned to me, "You have some good potential here, doll. Are they good?"

"They didn't do much right now, but they're good students," I nodded as well. "Oh, I forgot. Karl, meet my manager, Rebecca Martins."

"A pleasure, Mr. Lagerfeld," Rebecca said, holding her hand for Karl to shake it.

As she did so, I caught a glimpse of her shiny engagement ring, and the flashbacks from two days earlier played in my mind again.

"Will you marry me?" I asked Michael in a shaky voice.

He stared down at me in shock, not knowing what to do, or what to say while I stayed there frozen, down on one knee. The look in his eyes caused my blood to run cold, because just by the face he had on, I knew he would break my heart and refused my proposal.

"Michael, please. Would you do me the honnor of becoming my husband?" I reiterated, hoping he would say yes right away this time.

"I –" he began in a shaky voice. He re-opened his mouth a few more times, but nothing came out of it.

Not a word. Not a sound.

I stood up from the floor, and tears threatened to fall from my eyes once again. I tried to take his hands in mine, but he dodged my touch, and my heart shattered once again.

"I need you to marry me, I need you to trust me, Michael, please," I begged, a single tear running down my cheek.

"I can't," he finally breathed.

"Michael," I whispered, inching towards him slowly.

"No. No, I-- not like this, no," he murmured, shaking his head. "I'm sorry," he finally said before opening the door and leaving me here, alone, in a broom closet.

"Michael!" I called once again, almost agonizing.

I tried to run after him, but my knees went weak, and I collapsed on the cold, hard floor.

"Michael," I whimpered, crying all the tears I had in me. "Don't leave me here," I cried, my hands covering my wet face. "Come back!"

"June?" Karl's voice tear me out of my daydream. "Shall we go?"

"Uh, yeah, we shall," I said, faking a smile.

I discretely wiped the tear that fell from my left eye under my sunglasses, and followed behind Karl to the dressing room.

Ever since Michael turned down my proposal, I was off, and couldn't focus on anything I was doing. Every single word reminded me of this moment, and everywhere I was going, I had the impression of hearing his voice. Everywhere I went, I hoped the whole time he would come through the door and tell me that all of this was an horrible nightmare, and that he'd be willing to marry me.

But it wasn't. All of this was true, and I had to face reality and the fact that Michael and I were no longer together.

Ever since he left me in that closet two days earlier, I never heard from him again, and Pit wouldn't tell me anything. He just left me here standing, without remorses, without regrets. He just left me, and the pain I was feeling was unbearable.

I laid myself bare for him, telling him how much he meant to me, how much I wanted my life to be with him, but he never seemed to care.

When I came in the large dressing room, I spotted Charlie in front of the dressing table, who was getting her hair and make-up done. I made my way towards her, and stood behind her, looking at her through the big mirror.

"Hey there," I smiled faintly, touching her shoulders.

"June?" she squealed, once she opened her eyes. She jumped out of her seat, and came to me to give me the tightest hug I ever received in my life. "You're finally here!"

"I am, but I won't be here any longer if you keep squeezing the life out of me like this," I joked, patting her back gently.

"Sorry, but I'm so happy to see you again," she said, loosening her grip on me.

"I am too, girl," I smiled, and finally broke the hug.

I turned around to my newbies, and introduced them to Charlie. She waved at them with a bright smile, and the newbies left with Rebecca to the princpal room where the photoshoot would take place, leaving me, Dave, Karl and Charlie alone – well, along with the staff members that were here, of course.

"Maybe you'd like to see your outfit?" Karl asked me with a smirk, and I nodded my head frantically like a child. "I'm sure you'll like it."

"I always love your work, Karl," I snorted, taking a seat in front of the other dressing table next to Charlie.

"There you go," he said, handing me my outfit. "Like I told you, the aim of this photoshoot is to show the work from the House since Coco's job, to mine. I found back some old drafts from Coco herself last time, and this is what gave me the idea of this photoshoot," he explanied to me, as I was taking my outfit out of the plastic that protected it.

It was a classy black and cream suit dress, that had golden buttons on it. It looked like it came straight from the sixities, while Charlie's outfit was a lot more modern. It was a long floor-length black knit dress with beads, and it was obviously beautiful too. Karl's work never ceased to amaze me.

"It's beautiful, Karl. People will love it," I assured him, sitting down in front of the large mirror. "Do you have any recomandations for the make up and hair?"

"Make her look like she comes straight from the sixties, Rogers," he said to Dave next to me. "I'm sure you know what to do."

"Of course I do, that's my job," Dave sarcastically said.

Him and Karl never really got along, just like Jer. Both of my friends consider that, after everything he put me through, he shouldn't be allowed to talk to me anymore. The thing is, they never really understood that I wouldn't be the woman I am today all without him, I wouldn't be where I am.

"Okay then, I'll leave and see if everything's ready for you beauties," Karl annouced before leaving the room.

"Asshole," I heard Dave muttered while he took care of my mane of hair.

"Dave, please," I warned, giving him a warning look. "Don't start."

"Sorry," he groaned. "Okay," he sighed, clapping his hands together. "Let's see how I can hide thoses bags you have under your eyes, darling."

"Michael's keeping you up all night, huh?" Charlie teased with a smirk, and hearing his name caused once again chills to run through my entire body.

"You could say that," I said, faking a laugh.

"Is everything okay between the both of you? I heard you were friends with Prince, how's Michael reacting to that?" she curiously asked, and hearing Prince's name had the same effet as Michael's on me.

"They're cordial, don't believe the press," I simply said, and flashes from this particular day ran through my mind one more time.

I tried to push them away, but it became harder for me not to play those memories in my mind, because everything kept reminding of it.

"June? What happened? Michael just left and-- June?" a deep voice asked next to me.

"I need him, he can't leave me," I whimpered again, the tears wouldn't stop falling from my tired eyes.

"What? He didn't leave you, did he?"

"He's gone, and this is all my fault. I'm so fucking stupid, I shouldn't have left! Why did I leave huh? Why am I so stupid for leaving a guy like Michael?" I asked Prince who was standing on the doorstep of the closet. "I'm such a fool, a big, stupid, fucking fool!" I cried hysterically.

"Come on, don't say such things," he said, and knelt beside me, taking me in his loving arms. "You're not a fool. He is the fool for leaving you. Come on, tell me. What happened?"

"H-He refused," I sobbed, barely able to speak properly.

"What? What did he refuse, sweetheart?" Prince pressed, rocking me back and forth like a baby.

I relaxed a bit at his touch, but I didn't need him. I didn't need his arms, I didn't need his words... No, I needed Michael. He was all I needed, but he was no longer here.

"M-My proposal."

"You proposed to him?" Prince asked raising his voice. He didn't bother hiding his shock.

"Yes, and he turned me down," I spoke, and hearing those words coming out of my mouth made me cried even harder if possible.

"After all those months, you never mentionned to me that you were planning on proposing, what went through your mind?"

"I never thought about it! I just want to be officialy his!" I yelled, throwing my hands up. "I didn't think about it on the moment, I was just speaking with my heart for once, and I couldn't prevent the words from coming out of my mouth!"

"I'm gonna whoop this ass of his," Prince said, standing up before walking out the door.

"No, Prince! Don't do that!" I yelled, runnin after him. "I deserve it, stop!" I shouted, grabbing his forearm.

"What?" he asked, raising both of his eyebrows. "You deserve it? No! You don't deserve this! This asshole should know how lucky he is to have you, to have such a wonderful and faithful woman by his side! He can't do that to you! He punched me in the face because he thought you were cheating while you weren't, and now he do that do you?" Prince yelled, and I was quite taken aback by the deep tone in his voice. He was beyond mad.

"Please, leave him be. I love him, don't hurt him."

"How can you love him after everything he's put you through, huh?"
"I put him through a lot too, don't act like you don't know!" I shouted back. "Don't act like this is all his fault, while we both know it's my fault!"

"It's not only your fault, damnit! This guy don't even realize how wonderful you are. If he cared the least bit about you, he wouldn't have left the way he did, like a freaking coward! Did he even give you a valuable reason before he left like this?"

I shook my head, wiping the tears from my eyes, and sat down on the little bench in front of the black piano where Prince soon joined me.

He had a point, and it hurt me to admit it.

"You need a man who knows how wonderful you are, a man that can satisfy your own desires and dreams before his own," Prince spoke in a calmer voice, and took my hands in his. "You need a man that will treat you like the queen you are," he spoke soflty, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear. "You don't need Michael," he whsipered at that point, inching his face closer to mine.

"Hello? Earth to June?" David's voice tear me out of my thoughts. I slowly shook my head, and focused on my friend. "JuJu, what's going on?" he asked, a concerned look on his face. "The flashbacks again?" he whispered so that only him and I could hear.

I nodded my head yes, "I can't forget."

"It's only been two days. You need time to cope with all of this. You're heartbroken, but you're not alone. We'll help you get through this."

"I know," I nodded. "Are you done yet?" I asked, changing of topic.

"Just a little bit of fondation and make up, and you'll be as beauiful as a flower," David smiled, hoping I'd smile back, but I couldn't. "You're gonna be fine girl," Dave assured me, placing a little peck on my cheek.

I wanted to believe him, but the state I was in wouldn't allow me to.

"Girl, are you okay?" Charlie asked, a concerned look on her perfect face. "You seem off since you got here."

"I'm just a little bit tired, but I'm fine," I half-lied to my friend. "You're ready?"

"Yes," she answered, frowning. "You sure you're gonna be okay?"

"Yes, don't worry about me," I gave her a little smile. "I'll be out in a few."

***

"Okay, a last one!" the photographer called. "This time, I'd like you girls to be back-to-back, and to look in a different direction," he instructed, and we did as told. "Yes! Perfect!" he cheered, taking a few shots, as Charlie and I took different poses, still back-to-back. "Oh, yes! Keep moving like that, yes!"

"Is it me or the guy sounds like he's about to cum?" Charlie whispered to me, and for the first time in two days, I bursted out laughing.

"You're totally right!" I laughed my ass off. "Sorry guys!" I called at the photographer and crew.

"No, that's great, keep on doing just that! That's so good," the photographer answered.

"Do you like that, naughty boy?" Charlie quielty said again, and I couldn't hold my laughter.

"Yes! Oh my God, right here! Perfect!"

"Oh no, make him stop, God," I laughed again, so much that my belly began to hurt.

"Okay, I think we're good here, thank you ladies!"

The whole room clapped, including the newbies that were totally cheering: they clapped the loudest, whistled and even chanted my name, which brought a bright, real smile to appear on my face.

"Guess he wetted his pants," Charlie said with a smirk before bursting out laughing as well.

"You're something else," I said, giggling.

I was proud to see that Charlie became more confident over the months, and that she actually changed for the best. When I left Chanel, she was still this shy young woman who wasn't aware of her talent, and now, she became such a wonderful, confident, down-to-earth, funny woman, and I couldn't be happy enough to witness this radical change.

"I'm glad I could put a smile on that face of yours," she sincerely said, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

Click!

"Sorry, I just thought this would be a cute shot of you both," Karl said, holding a polaroid camera in his hands. "Here, so that you won't forget us," he said, handing me the photograph.

"Hey! I want one as well!" Charlie complained, and I laughed at her childish tone.

"Take the pose, ladies, and say cheese," Karl said, taking a step back to take another snap of Charlie and I.

"Come on, cheese, seriously?" my friend laughed.

"Okay, nevermind," he waved a hand. "Ready? 1, 2, 3!"

Click!

"There you go, darling!" he handed the second picture to Charlie. "You're cute."

"Thank's K," Charlie and I answered in unison.

"Come on, beauties, let's check out your wonderful work!"

Karl wrapped both of his arms around Charlie and I's waist, and I realized that being able to do what I loved was the best cure for me.

"Um, excuse me, miss Wellington?" someone tapped my shoulder from behind me, and I let go of Karl to turn around, and be face to face with the photographer. "Can I ask you a favor?"

"Sure, what is it?" I asked the guy.

"Would you agree to pose with your newbies for me? I just talked with your manager, Mrs. Martins, and we discussed the terms of the arrangement and she told me to check with you to see if you're okay. I have a friend who works for the New Yorker magazine, and he'd like to write an article about you. Do you think you could do this for me?"

"Well, I guess that's okay. Let me change and check the pitcures you did, and I'll be glad to pose with the newbies."

"Awesome! Thank you very much, Ms. Wellington. Oh, you just made my day!"

"I'm glad," I gave him a faint smile.

What the photographer didn't know is that he also made my day by asking me that, and telling me that I'd soon be in the New Yorker magazine. I had to look contented and happy, and doing my job was what could make me feel this way.

When the time to pose again with the newbies arrived, the photographer asked me what kind of background I'd like, and I chose a plain white background. I had my tight black dress back on, and my hair was no longer in a bun: it was falling freely on my shoulders. My newbies were perfect, and as luck would have it, we were all wearing black.

"You look amazing, kiddos," I smiled at them, brushing Caleb's shirt. "This photoshoot is your first chance to catch someone important's attention. Be good, and don't forget what I taught you, ok? Heads up, confidence, and don't think about anything else," I briefed them.

"Right," they all nodded like little soldiers.

"Okay, we're ready!" I called after the photographer.

"Okay, so Ms. Wellington, please position yourself at the center, and I'd like the guy next to you with all the girls at each side of the both of you. Like two girls next to the gentleman, and two others next to you," he explained, gesturing with his hands.

"Come here, Caleb," I beckoned him to come next to me.

He seemed uncomfortable when I placed one hand on his left shoulder, and the other hand on his chest.

"Relax, and place one of your hand above my hip," I instructed him. "Here. Now Crystal and April, you come next to me, and you position yourself just like me, half turned to the camera. Here, good. Now, Sheila and Steph, you do exactly the same. Sheila, maybe you could put your hand on Caleb's shoulder."

"Like this?"

"Yes, you're all perfect," I nodded. "Is that good?" I called after the photographer.

"This is perfect, I have nothing more to say. Let's go."

He took a few shots, and I did a few poses, showing how to do to the newbies. I was really proud of them, because to me, they were really good, and they seemed to learn pretty fast and well.

Since I got in front of the camera, all my worries seemed far away, and I didn't think about Michael again.

Modeling is my job, my hobbie, and my cure.

When the photoshoot was done, we had to go back to the hotel where the newbies and I needed to get prepared to go at Brooke's. She kept her promise when she said she would invite the newbies to a party that she threw at her house, and I couldn't be glad enough. I really felt like the most terrible manager in the whole world back at Emily's party, and thankfully my friends were there to have my back.

I secretly hoped that Brooke would tell me if she knew something about Michael, if he called her or something. I needed to know what state of mind he was in, and what he thought about leaving me the way he did. If he didn't want me anymore, then fine, but I wish I could at least have some explanations.

***

When the newbies and I enterred Brooke's crowded home, I tried to look for some familiar faces, but I had no luck. I was on my own in a house that I didn't know, without anyone by my side. I felt empty not having Michael beside me now the world knew about our relationship. I felt awkward showing up without a date.

As I was scanning the room, I spotted Brooke in the back, with her boyfriend Liam Neeson. They had been dating for quite a while now, but I never go to meet him face to face.

The look she gave him made me smile, but was painful at the same time, because I'm sure this was the exact same way I used to look at Michael.

When he leaned down to kiss her, my memory played once again tricks on me, and reminded me of the moment I wished never happened; I just wanted to erase this memory from my mind.

"You need a guy like me," Prince whispered an inch away from my lips.

When I felt his lips grazing on mine, it took me a few seconds to pulled away from him, and slap him across the face.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked, standing up from the bench and wiped my mouth. "Do you think I'm that easy? That I'll fall in your arms because I'm heartbroken? Do you think I'm that stupid?"

"I-I'm sorry, I don't know what went through my mind," he stuttered, visibly lost. "I didn't mean to do that, it's just..."

"You're a lover boy, and Michael was right when he said you'll try to have your ways with me. I can't believe you, Prince."

"So you believe him now? You think I'm that horrible person he claims I am?"

"You tried to kiss me!" I yelled, throwing my hands up.

"Not because I think you're easy, but because I wanted to!"

"You're dating one of my friends!"

"Even if I wasn't dating Tara, you still wouldn't be mine, because you're too blind by the stupid love you have for Michael! That guy is not even aware of how lucky he is to have you!"

"Because you'd be aware of it?"

"Yes!"

"Because you'd be proud to tell the world that you had June Wellington in your bed?"

"Is this an invitation?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

"You can't be serious," I shook my head, and took my purse before heading to the door.

"Wait, I was just kidding!" he called, running after me.

"That's the problem with you Prince, you can't be serious. Maybe Michael was right, after all."

"You have to be kidding, right?" he asked, his eyes widenning. "You want me to be a bad person, so that it's easier for you to cope with the situation? Then fine, I'll show you how much of a bad person I am."

Before I could move a muscle or speak a word, Prince harshly crashed his lips on mine, and I pushed him back with force, but he didn't budge. After a few seconds, he pulled away, and I slapped him once again.

Holding his aching cheek, Prince looked into my widened eyes, and said, "Now you can say I'm a bad person for forcing a heartbroken and vulnerable woman to kiss me. You can go back to your Michael, the guy that left you without explanation, the guy that caused you sorrows all over again, but don't you dare running back to me when everything will be back to normal and when you'll be stupid enough to run back into his arms. Now get the fuck out of my studio."

I stood there for a minute, trying to cope with what just happened. All I could see in Prince's eyes was sadness and anger, and I couldn't believe how stupid I was to tell him all of that. He was right on one point, believing Michael on what he said about him was easier for me. It was easier for me to think that he was actually the douchebag he claimed he was.

When actually he wasn't.

"Prince," I began, but he cut me off.

"Get. The. Fuck. Out," he ennunciated. "I don't want to see you anymore."

With that, I turned around and left the studio, tears blurring my vision.

I lost a friend, and my boyfriend in a matter of barely an hour.

"What the fuck is wrong with her today?" Stephanie's voice rang in my ears. "June, hello?"

"It's like she's disconnected from reality. It happened like three times today, and it kept happening the last couple of days," Sheila explained.

"June? It's Brooke, you hear me?" she waved a hand in front of my face, and finally I left my trance.

"Brooke, hey," I said, giving her a fake exaggerated smile. "What's up girl?"

"What's up with you? You're crying," she frowned, wiping my tears from my cheeks.

"Damnit," I cursed under my breath. "Can you show me the bathroom, please?" I gently asked my friend.

"Sure, follow me."

We both walked past the crowded room, and once we reached a huge wooden door, Brooke pushed it open, and we both came in.

"I'm fine, seriously. It's your party, go back to your guests!" I smiled, touching up my make up in the mirror.

"You're not fooling me," she said, locking the door behind us. "We're not leaving until you talk to me."

"Don't pretend you don't know what happened."

"I know what happened, I just want to know how you're feeling about all of this."

"How do you think I'm feeling?" I practically snapped at her. "I-I... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that like this..." I said, brushing my face with my hands.

"Don't worry, it's okay not to be okay sometimes."

"So... M-Michael told you?"

It was painful to have his name rolling on my tongue. It was bitter now.

"Yes, he told me."

"Why did he do that?" I asked in a whisper, and once again, tears filled up my eyes. "Why did he leave me the way he did? Why didn't he give me an explanation? Why didn't he take the time to explain why he wouldn't marry me?"

So much questions were left without answers that it was killing me not to know.

"I shouldn't be the one to answer those questions. Just know that when the time is right, Michael will give you explanations. He's not the kind of guy to leave people like this."

"Why didn't he pick up the phone then? I tried tirelessly to call him, but he never picked uo the damn phone!"

"The best advice I can give you is to wait. He'll eventually call, but maybe it's too soon."

"Two days feel like eternity when you're heartbroken," I cried, shaking my head. "I'm so tried of crying! I just wish the pain will go away, just for a bit."

"He was pretty heartbroken too when he caught you and Prince," Brooke said, rubbing the back of her head.

"I never cheated on him! I wouldn't do such a thing! I'm head over heels for him! It's just that Prince was there when he wasn't, and we became friends! He's not the guy everybody claims he is," I explanined, defending myself. "Well, that's what I thought,"i whispered the last part to myself.

"I know you wouldn't cheat on him, that's what I told him. He knows you wouldn't do such a thing, but he knows how Prince is too," Brooke explained, and she rubbed my shoulder for comfort. "And what do you mean that's what you thought? Did he hurt you?"

"You could say that. He tired to kiss me, and I slapped him across the face. But then, he said that it would be much easier for me to hate him than be his friend, so he forced me to kiss him, and he kicked me out of his studio."

"He did what?" Brooke asked, her eyes widenning. "He did that so that you hate him?"

"Yeah," I sighed.

"Douchebag," she muttered. "I can't believe him."

"And I can't believe Michael."

"You know what? I know what you need."

"And what is that?" I asked, wiping my eyes again.

I must look like shit.

"Me, and tequila," she said, smirking.

"Sounds great," I chuckled through my tears.

"Come on, wipe this beautiful face of yours, and let's party! Whoo!"

As much as I was heartbroken, Brooke was right, and I needed to get my mind off of things.

I needed to unplug my brain, and allow myself a little escape.