From the outside people suspected I had lost it. They assumed I was running back to the man who had not only broken my heart but who had ripped it out of my chest, held it aloft for all to see and left a trail of blood in his wake.
Little did people know.
I laughed to myself as I reached for my perfume and engulfed myself in a mist of fragrance.
I wasn’t quite sure yet what I was going to do or say, but I did know one thing: that low-life, cheating bastard was going to pay for every single thing on what we both knew was a date. Yep, I was planning on eating and drinking everything in sight. God knows I deserved it.