Victoria P.O.V
Victoria sits in front of her vanity blow-drying her wet hair when a high-pitched pop interrupts the music playing softly through the speakers on her bedside table.
Antoni.
Her eyes slide to her phone as her arms droop and she turns the hairdryer off. There's one last whoosh of hot air before silence blankets the room like her hair over her shoulder. She stares at the blinking blue light on her phone, hairdryer resting in her lap.
She still feels guilty for what she said to Antoni in the car. It was a low jab, even for her. But she wanted him to hurt because of her, the same way she hurt because of him. His words still dance across her mind, the confidence with which he called her blind and the confidence when he said that Noah is only being nice to her because he wants
