Zara's Pov
As soon as I got home, I confidently pulled off my dress and unclasped my bra, feeling a sense of relief wash over me.
I lazily dropped onto my couch, Sissy calmly resting beside me, observing my every move. If only she could talk, I would have ranted all about a certain green-eyed man who gets on my nerves. But I can't be mad at him because it isn't his fault.
Right on cue, my phone rang, displaying Amy's number. "Well, I guess I could always rant to Amy if you can't talk, hey!" I said, rubbing Sissy softly before getting up from the couch and answering the call.
"You called right on time, I need to rant about my day," I said, and she giggled. "Well, good day to you as well...." she joked.
"I'm sorry, I've just had an eventful day today; these past few days have just been a bit weird, sincerely..." I confessed tiredly, settling down on my kitchen counter with a bowl of ice cream on my lap.
