As things with Royce progress, I struggle to allow myself to simply enjoy what attention he gives me, pushing aside my feelings for Vera.
I become more aloof, stand-offish, and generally begin acting even more the spoiled child than I ever have before.
Vera is due any day now. Lloyd’s doting on her, even asking me for any guidance I can offer to make her feel better during these last few weeks.
I lash out more. I know people call me a snob – conceited. Selfish.
But I’m not.
In truth, I am heartbroken.
And I can tell no one.