Why was Adam Westfield taunting me like this? Was it just to let me know he was capable of watching everything I did? Did he send me a rival of Win’s to prove a point? I needed to talk to Win. I also needed a whole lot more than concealer to hide the state of my nose. I peered into my bathroom mirror and cringed. I was purple and yellow and my nostrils were so swollen, if I managed to actually sniff, I’d suck up all the sand Whiskey leaves on the entryway throw rug after a trip to the beach. “Ugh, Bel. Would you look at my nose? No amount of foundation’s going to cover this up.” “I don’t think a nose replacement could cover that up, Boss,” he retorted with a giggle. Pressing gentle fingers to the side of my face that hurt the most, I stuck my tongue out at Bel. “Ha-ha, funny cotton ball bat.” “But you’re having a good hair day. Very shiny and sassy. Love the new cut and how it frames your face. Still think you should see the doctor. But whaddo I know?” Leaning on the pedestal sink, I straightened the straps on my navy sundress and smoothed my hair behind my ears.
