Chapter 390

AMELIA Ipause outside my apartment building, narrowly dodging Kris with a K’s boys as they zoom past me on their skateboards. They give me a wave, and I laugh at the sight of their pants hanging down over their skinny asses. Juggling my groceries, I search for my keys in my purse and almost drop the other bundle I’m carrying: a massive bunch of gorgeous yellow Grandiflora roses. I decided to take a leaf out of Miley Cyrus’s book and buy my own damn flowers. It’s a declaration of self-love and a pat on the back—because today, I went on a job interview. Technically, I haven’t handed in my notice at James and James, but I am planning to. I started casting around for vacancies and saw a position at a law firm in Williamsburg, right here in Brooklyn. The pay isn’t as good, and the place isn’t as prestigious, but on the plus side, the commute is tiny. And the plusiest side? Drake James doesn’t work there. I feel hopeful about it, and it’s nice to have hope about at least one aspect of my lif