MIA
Lara is surprisingly sweet.And unlike my relationship with her brother, we actually get along—really well, in fact.
To be honest, that was a bit of a shock. I wasn’t even sure she was real at first.
Livia:How’s my girl today?
Mia:Well, I can’t believe you actually sent me bath bombs.
Livia:I refuse to believe you’ve gone your whole life without them. Lucky for you, I’m in London with Andi, or we’d be having a girls' night out right now.
Mia:Audrey’s still here, but she disappeared for a few days. I haven’t heard from her.
Audrey and I haven’t seen each other in person since I left Los Angeles, but she always texts to check in.
Livia:She’s probably off fucking someone—don’t take it personally.
Mia:Good for her, I guess.
Livia:Oh, and I threw in some lingerie with the kit I sent you.
Mia:…
Mia:So that’s what Lara pulled out of the box all excited.
Livia:HAHAHA, yep.
Mia:She just stuffed it in a drawer and said she was going to pretend she never saw it.
Livia:Smart one.
Mia:You know me too well, Liv.
Livia:Exactly. Which is why I know you probably shoved the box in a corner and pretended it didn’t exist.
Mia:…Maybe.
Livia:Mia.
Mia:What?
Livia:Use the things I send you.
Mia:I used the bath bombs!
Livia:As you should.
Mia:You’re lucky Figaro’s here with me, and I’m in a good mood.
Livia:I WANT A PICTURE OF FIGARO.
Mia:He’s literally sleeping on my chest right now.
Livia:MIAAAAA.
Mia:Okay, okay, I’ll send one.
I carefully angled my phone to take a decent picture of the little tuxedo cat curled up on my chest.