Cover Design: Juliana Cabrera with Jersey Girl Designs
Cover Photo: Sara Eirew with Eirew Photography
“Stop. I’m not fucking kidding, Celeste. You don’t cry. Ever.”
“Give me back my clutch,” I demand.
“After you tell me why you’re upset enough to shed tears.” Not able to have this conversation sober, I down a shot that’s sitting on the table. It burns like a bitch, but I more than welcome the discomfort. After I repeat this two more times, Nick pulls the tray out of my reach.
“You’ve had enough to drink,” he chides. “Now tell me what’s wrong.” I’ve never told anyone about him. No one. I left to New York without looking back and kept what I thought we shared all to myself. But suddenly, as I look at Nick and Olivia looking at me, I feel like the weight is too much. I need to tell someone, and if I’m going to trust anyone to know my truth, it’s them. “I fell in love,” I breathe out, falling into the chair across from them.
Their eyes go wide, and Olivia moves from next to Nick over to me. “With Chad?” Olivia asks, confused.
“No, we actually broke up tonight,” I admit. “When I was eighteen. I fell in love…and then he broke my heart. And I…I just don’t understand why I wasn’t enough.”