Seventeen
Savannah
The house is dark when I return home from work. Liam must’ve had somewhere to go. He told he was going to start his “find the old Savannah Bailey” experiment tonight, and I assumed he meant immediately after work.
Ever since we made that bet last night, I’ve contemplated how a man like Liam whole-heartedly believes he can pull out my old self. I’m not even sure I’d recognize her if he did. He’d tried the strong-arming me with digs and passive-aggressive comments until we ended up causing a scene at Brooklyn’s reception. I can’t imagine what he has in store for me now.
I open the front door and realize I was wrong. The house isn’t dark. Candles are glowing on every surface, which I couldn’t see because the blinds were shut. Some big, some small, but there are enough t
