Unlike every other thing Genny had so easily dealt with in her life, she was slowly realizing, dealing with her broken heart was no easy fit.
It's been five days and twelve hours and twenty minutes since she returned from Kyle's place with a determination to focus more on herself and purge herself of Alex and his betrayal, but there she was nursing her second glass of wine, completely drained and uninterested in doing anything, except the more than occasional check for any news that would tell her that Alex's rumored relationship had only been a ruse.
But as the days went by nothing of such had happened. Her fingers squeezed the stem of the glass as she raised it to her lips, but before she could take a sip, the glass was suddenly snatched from her hand, causing some of it to spill on her red satin night gown.
Genny lifted her eyes to see a scowling Mildred, and glared at her.
"What are you doing to yourself, Genny?!"
