Chapter 53

JUNE It has been a week since that fateful night. Things went back to normal. Well, as normal as it could be between us. Mark and I returned to how we have always been. Though we never spoke of that night, I can see in his expression that he wishes to talk about it. But I always find ways to skid around it, not ready to speak about the worst night of my life. I combed my hair, running my fingers through the beautiful black strands as I stared into the mirror. I stared at the woman I had become, not aware of the right feelings I should have. For a week, I have successfully acted like I wasn't affected by whatever Kristen did. Those seven days must have been the worst for him because he looked like a shell of his former self. And me? I was barely holding on. But who was I to complain when I was the one that decided on this? I tied my hair into a ponytail, forcing a smile as I posed for the mirror. I wore my beautiful body con black dress, with a slit on the left thigh. It wasn't indecent