Della's POV
When I closed my eyes under the shower, I still saw the image of Kylian rushing up to kiss me that day.
I was afraid that he would invade my life and hure me again, but he still appeared in my mind.
I lowered the water temperature a bit, the cold water helped me calm down.
As I went out of the bathroom in my pajamas ang a towel over my head, I heard my phone ringing at the top of my bedside table. Walking nearer, I saw that it's from Fae.
Smiling, I sat on my bed, threw my towel beside me, and answered the call.
"Hey, Fae."
"Della! So… spill the tea. What happened? How are you in there? Are they good to you? If those fucking bitches dare to…" She started ranting, asking questions one after. She shifted so fast from a gossiper into a worried friend.
Pulling my towel, I laid it on top of my pillow and laid down. With phone on my ear, I stared at the ceiling and replied, "Chill out now, Fae. How can I reply when you keep speaking?"
"Oh, yes! My bad, your turn."