Chapter 3 Tea And Soft Girls

POV: Elara

Elara chuckled. "Marcus would lose his mind."

June tilted her head. "You know what your problem is?"

"Ooh, Please enlighten me. I'm all ears."

"You're too soft for men like Zane. You hear 'tortured genius' and think, maybe he just needs a hug and someone who makes good tea. Meanwhile, men like that? They eat girls like you for breakfast, and toy with your self-worth."

"I don't make tea," Elara replied. "I steep experiences."

"Exactly. And that's why I worry."

Elara crossed the room and tossed a pillow at her. June caught it mid-air - effortlessly. She was that kind of girl. The kind who caught everything. Who didn't chase attention. Who didn't beg for love and power

Gazes. Attention. Power.

Whereas Elara... still journaled in flower metaphors.

Still believed too much in people.

Still believed in goodness beneath the chaos.

June stood up and pulled open Elara's drawer.

"Absolutely not," Elara squeaked when she saw the bralette and lace set in June's hand.

"If Zane is going to destroy you, you might as well look iconic."

June tossed it in the suitcase anyway. "I'd rather you die fashionable."

Elara groaned.

But part of her - the smallest part didn't mind the idea.