And I won’t.
I promised I wouldn’t.
I’ll keep her secrets.
All of them.
Even the ones that break me a little every day.
Tilly, you did so much wrong today–
Chapter 19
Tilly
I tiptoe down the hallway, careful not to make the floorboards creak.
Tate McRae is blasting from Yana’s room, which, in her language, means one of two things: she is either cleaning or getting ready to emotionally destroy someone with her outfit.
It also means Zara isn’t there.
When Zara is home, the soundtrack is always soft indie songs that make you want to lie in the grass and think about your life choices.
I have my own room. Mostly because I’ve lived here before everyone else moved in.
This apartment was my fresh start after leaving Melbourne — my attempt at independence that somehow turned into a found-family sitcom.
I knock gently.
“Come in!” she singsongs, her voice already too full of energy for ten in the morning.
Balancing the cherry cake in one hand, I open the door.
“Hey.”
She turns around. “What's that?”
“Happy five hundred k followers,” I say, grinning.
She gasps like I just handed her an Oscar. “Stop. You’re actually the sweetest person alive.”
“You say that now,” I say, “but wait till you taste it.”
“There’s no way you baked this by yourself,” she says suspiciously.
“I might’ve had some help from Luca,” I admit. As much as I don’t want to, he deserves half the credit.
Ok, maybe seventy percent.
Her lips curve into a smirk. “Oh? Might have?”
I ignore her and change the subject immediately. “So, are you getting ready for something?”
She shrugs, brushing blush onto her cheeks. “Not really. Just bored. Thinking of filming a few videos, maybe going to the mall. Wanna come?”
“Yes, please. Luca randomly decided to go to Italy for three days, Matt’s doing some fitness event, and Zara’s probably off painting sunsets somewhere.”
“She is,” Yana says, tapping her nose. “She told me she’s painting in the park with her art crew. I swear, that girl was born to wear overalls and smell like paint water.”
