All I told my dad was I needed some time and I was going with a friend to check out the possibility of Université PSL. I’ve been keeping in touch with her, but it’s not the same being so far away. I walk over to the nightstand in my hotel room and pull my phone off the charger to call her. I think it might be time to head home and face whatever happens. The escape hasn’t been what I thought it would be. Our families run in the same circles, so I know it will only be a matter of time before I do. I couldn’t bring myself to ask who the woman was. Part of me wants to rage at Chase that he’d make love to me as he called it, all while knowing his mother was planning a wedding. My mother might not live in the same city or even state as I do, but the world of the wealthy can be small at times, and rumors are always floating around. Chase is promised and committed to marry another woman and has been for almost a year. What had gotten me to pack a bag and head for the private airport was when my mother confirmed the rumors I’d been hearing. Her way of dealing is thinking and reading while keeping to herself. When I mentioned it to Molly about coming, I told her she could just say we were friends from school, but Molly being Molly wanted some time away. If she wanted to know them, she’d have to do that on her own. She didn’t have the right to know about Molly and Asher. I’d given her a small run-down but more to do with Chase than anything. When my mother called me about heading to Paris, I was hesitant with everything going on. I even tried to get Molly to come with me. I stare out the window at the Eiffel Tower and wonder if I’d love this view more if Chase was at my side. When it comes to Emily, I see everything. It’s shitty, but some do, but Asher doesn’t get that because this world is full of fucked-up double standards. There is a lingering fear that everyone looks at her as if she’s her mother.
Whatever will cause the least amount of waves and make people proud of her. Everything she does is because she thinks it’s what is expected of her. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell them that Emily pretends to fit in. For the first time today, I actually see a partial smile pull at Asher’s mouth. Grace leans in and kisses Tomas on his cheek. She’s so much better than everyone in our world.” “It’s because she feels like she doesn’t belong,” Asher says. “She-” Asher tries to speak, but Grace holds her hand up to stop him. “I’m not sure what Molly has planned, either.” “Don’t be too hard on yourself, honey.” Grace walks around the desk to sit in Tomas’s lap. I’m just not sure where her story is going,” Tomas says with a long sigh. Important Reasons for Having Mirrors in Elevators
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