Cornelia's POV
Who Dresses In A Three-Piece Suit For Breakfast?
I pressed my spine against the cold wood of my bedroom door, gasping for air as my legs trembled beneath me. The rapid pounding of my heart echoed in my ears like thunder.
This was insanity. Pure, unfiltered madness, and every instinct screamed at me to flee. To grab my belongings and run from this place before I lost what remained of my sanity.
Heat flooded my cheeks as an unfamiliar emotion consumed me - shame. It coursed through my veins like liquid fire, making my head spin and my stomach churn with nausea. I yanked the silk robe from my shoulders and let it fall to the floor as I stumbled toward the bathroom.
The shower handle turned with a sharp click, and I didn't pause to let the water warm. The icy spray hit my overheated skin like needles, stealing my breath and making me gasp. But I craved the shock of it, needed it to wash away the madness.
I had to get my shit together if I hoped to stay sane.
