BELLA'S POV
“I knew you'd get better at some point!” My best friend, Beatrice squealed. I could barely hold back the disgust on my face. She didn't come to visit me one day when I was smelling. Or when I looked like I was going to die.
In...
BELLA'S POV
“I knew you'd get better at some point!” My best friend, Beatrice squealed. I could barely hold back the disgust on my face. She didn't come to visit me one day when I was smelling. Or when I looked like I was going to die.
In...