Casual Confessions

Stella

Betty and I are sprawled out on my king-sized bed, a movie playing on the TV.

But we’re barely watching. I’m trying on one of my new dresses in the mirror while Betty is watching me, a glass of wine in her hand. For the first time in what feels like forever, I finally feel as though I can let my guard down.

At least here, in the privacy of my old bedroom, no one is gossiping. At least here