Page 103 of Revenge Is a Dish Best Served… Wearing Heels?

Closing my eyes, I wondered if he was correct. Hadshebeen the one to send this? I couldn't think of anyone else that ticked at me right now.

Unless you counted all the current residents of Southside Flats.

Jesus, what the hell had I been thinking? Exactly how many enemies did I have in the world? What kind of life had I led that someone would send me a goddamn glitter bomb?

The wrongness of my work was so obvious to me now, crystal clear to anyone with even a smidgeon of ethics and empathy toward others. How could I have not seen that before? What was my problem?

"You okay, man?" Tomás asked, his laughter fading into concern.

I sighed heavily. "No. I'm not okay. My life is a total fucking disaster."

He crossed the room. "What's going on? Something tells me this goes much deeper than a glitter bomb."

Glancing at my old friend, I saw real worry in his eyes, and I wondered if Tomás was someone that I could indeed confide in, if our friendship that went back years could handle more depth to it.

Was it risky? Probably.

But you know what? There was nobody else on this planet that I could talk to... my family out, my girlfriend of sorts gone, and no other real friends that I trusted.

So Tomás was it. And in a split second, I decided that I had to make that leap with him. That I needed one person on my side, and he was my best possibility at the moment.

"Do you want to go for a drink?" I asked him. "Let me rephrase that... do you want to go fordrinks?"

He patted me on the back, a cloud of glitter engulfing us both. "Only if you change, bro."

I looked down at the crime scene that used to be my office, glitter sparkling across every surface, in the carpet, on my desk, mocking me, probably in my lungs.

Letting out a slow breath, I resigned myself to what I had to do. "I can't just leave this for the janitorial staff. That wouldmake me exactly the kind of asshole I'm trying not to be anymore."

Tomás groaned. "It pains me to say it, but you're not alone. I'll help you."

"Seriously?"

"Yep. That's what friends are for."

That was music to my ears. And then we got to work, both of us grumbling under our breath the entire time. Glitter was a total bitch to clean up. God help me. Just when I thought we were making progress, there was more, more,more. It was a never-ending job.

Whoever had done this must really hate me.

Twenty-Seven

Astrid

"The only drawback is I didn't get to see it," Aria said, glee written all over her face. "But I finally got to send a glitter bomb to someone!"

Shaking my head at her, I rolled my eyes, taking solace in the steaming water surrounding my feet. For the millionth time since the night of my fashion show, I didn't know how to feel.

Did Tristan really deserve that glitter bomb at this point?

I had no idea.

That night at the after-party, I'd been too lost in the elation surrounding me to bring anyone down and tell them what had just happened between Tristan and me, so I'd kept his confession all bottled up inside, not telling a single soul.

But now?

One week and one day had passed, and what he'd said was burning a hole inside me, the need to get it out slowly killing me. And of course, my sisters were my biggest confidantes.

So even though we were currently at a plush spa for manis and pedis, supposedly relaxing in a room all to ourselves, I had to get this off my chest and tell them everything. Especially because I didn't know when else we could all get together anytime soon with our busy schedules.