Vanessa
The house was almost done and Damon still hadn't been in contact. It hurt something fierce, but I had to stay strong. I wasn't going to cave and get in touch with him. Even though we were friends. He had broken things off and aside from that one phone, he had been silent. Damon hadn't even come by the Café, which was rather unusual. That told me that he was avoiding me and, after the pain he had already inflicted on me, I wasn't looking for any more rejection. I'd show him though. As soon as the house was done, I'd move in and settle into Chasea. I sighed as I checked myself out in the bathroom mirror. I smoothed my hands down the tight dark brown pencil skirt and nodded. It had been a long time since I'd gotten dressed up for an interview. The cream-colored blouse was neatly tuck
