#Chapter214
Lynnex's POV
I practically sleep walk down the staircase and slowly make my way towards the kitchen.
It takes me a few moments before I am lazily dragging my feet into the over lit room.
/"You look like an extra from the walking dead/" a voice emotionlessly critiques
I glance in the direction that the voice came from only for my eyes to land on my mother.
She is dressed professionally in a white silk pantsuit and large statement necklace. For shoes she is wearing an expensive pair of pointed heels.
Hmm.
Cute shoes.
My tired eyes drift from her shoes only to immediately land on her hair that is being neatly held up by a white clip.
Oh, and the glass of mimosa in her hand.
Ugh.
It is too early for this.
I roll my eyes at the tipsy woman before making my way towards the refrigerator.
Usually I would just go to Isabella's house, but now I guess that I cannot do that anymore.
