Penelope
Being in love is scary. Especially when you realize that you’re alone in love. It has been days since my encounter in Argent’s house. He texted me the other day to inform me he would be out of town, but that was the only communication I received. It’s killing me that he hasn’t told me anything. I don’t know if we’re over or we’re taking a break. It’s maddening.
Not wanting to waste a beautiful day indoors, I decided to go to the local bazaar. Lyria and I discovered the bazaar a couple of months ago. Like in the states, local merchants meet in the town square to sell their wares. The bazaar is alive with street performers, restaurants, and small kiosks that showcase various merchandise. Lyria and I loved it.
Slipping into a white summer dress and flip-flops, I stroll to the m
