Chapter 8

Sunday was sitting on the couch waiting for the time to close the shop. She's reading the magazine but everything she reads doesn't get into her mind, she couldn't focus.

- 'Are you one of his flings? Fuck buddy ?! '

Her grip on the page tightened as she remembers what Alessandra said earlier.

Later, she sighed and then closed the magazine. It may be true what Alessandra said-- but no. She's not a fling ... she's not a fuck buddy of anyone. Maybe she made a mistake but she would not accept such an accusation against her. It was just a coincidence that something like that happened. It was only Matteo who took her body and that was a mistake. She was just taken away by what David had done.

Sunday composes herself. She looked in the mirror and arranged her long hair and tied them around the side of her head.

She looked at her wristwatch and saw that it was already seven o'clock in the evening. It's time to close the shop.

She left when she secure that she had locked the door properly.