Aubrey sat at her vanity, her makeup scattered across the surface. She picked up her foundation brush, her eyes wandering as she started putting on her makeup.
She kept thinking about what happened yesterday—how she and Ellen had bantered back and forth, how they provoked each other.
And then Mason had shown up. Her heart skipped a beat at the thought of him, looking as calm and handsome as ever. She had tried to reach out to him, to rekindle hoping to rekindle their bond, but Mason had been distant.
Aubrey frowned at herself in the mirror, her fingers pausing for a moment. She hated that she felt this way—unsure, doubtful. It wasn't like her. She was confident, successful, admired by many. But with Mason, things were different. He had been her everything once, and she was determined to make him see that they belonged together.
