Chapter 4

As soon as I got on the plane, I slapped on a face mask.

With all the fake crying I'd been doing these past few days, I was honestly worried my skin would start freaking out.

The Wi-Fi was on, and I was sprawled out on the couch, sipping champagne, munching on ham, and scrolling through my phone.

Word that I was leaving had already blown up online.

[Are all rich girls just love-struck idiots? It's just a guy—does she really need to jet off abroad just to get over a breakup?]

[She's totally smitten. Her parents only have her—guess…