"You are being absolutely dramatic," came a well-meaning but obnoxious voice. Bella remained still—an arm draped over her stomach, the other dangling off of the side of the cream and gold lounge chair.

Andromeda continued, "It's not a big deal, Bel—"

Bella held up a finger and Andromeda stopped talking immediately.

"It is a big deal; and until I'm over it, I will make sure he suffers."

Resigned, yet ignorantly hopeful, Andromeda tried again. "You're really not going to let this go?"

Jerking her head upward, she narrowed her eyes at Andromeda. "Go away, before I make you."

▼ e i g h t y - f i v e ▲ : it's all relative.