chapter five
are we breaking up?

Prom night.

A night that girls dream about from a young age – that and their wedding – dancing with a cute boy they believe is the love of their life, laughing with the best friends they could ask for in the prettiest dress a person has seen. A night to remember for the rest of their lives, their own high school musical moment.

And boy was Florence's prom a night to remember.

Well she wanted to forget it, desperately, it was in fact the worst night of her life but she just couldn't. It was burned into her brain, a memory that played over at over at night, she saw it, like a movie every time she closed her eyes. It sucked!

Florence hoped it would be the best night ever, she had everything for it to be the perfect night but her hope was dwindling as the day got closer.

And the first bad sign was a few months before prom. Conrad stood in her kitchen, a sweater on that Florence knew she was going to steal in the near future. The boy had a few days off from college and had come and visited the Castillo family – or more specifically, his girlfriend.

"Did you get your tux yet?" Florence wondered, their conversation changing from Florence English homework to her prom that he was accompanying her to.

Conrad spun around from where he was grabbing his drink to stare at her in slight shock. "Oh n—I still have time, right? Prom's not until, like, the 1st."

"Yeah." Florence nodded.

"Hey Connie." Emmeline greeted, walking into the kitchen.

"Hey Em." Conrad smiled smally.

"Flo, why are you on my counter?" Emmeline asked her daughter.

"Um, I like to pretend to be tall sometimes, maybe you should join me." Florence commented with a small smile.

"I am taller than you." Emmeline stated, raising her eyebrows. "You're the short ass."

"Shut up." Florence glared at her mother jokingly before turning to Conrad. "Oh, um, we have to pitch in our share if we want to get that hotel suite with Daisy and her girlfriend."

"Mm-hmm." Conrad hummed in agreement.

"Is this the day I finally become a cool mum? Talking about getting a hotel room right in front of me." Emmeline suddenly gasped.

"Ew!" Florence cringed with a small laugh. Emmeline laughed loudly before leaving the kitchen. Florence looked over at Conrad, who had spaced out. "Do you want me to order your tux?"

"No, no. I got it, I promise." Conrad smiled.

"Okay." Florence nodded, as Conrad moved to stand in front of her. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah." Conrad spoke before he let out a small sigh, inching closer to her. "My mum's doctors are considering putting her on new meds. Which must mean that the current ones stopped working."

Florence stuttered, "Oh..."

Conrad shot back quickly. "I'm not trying to worry you."

"No, no, no, no, stop it." Florence told him. "You can talk to me about anything, especially your mum. My kitchen's basically a shitty 24 hour diner. And my mum focuses too much on Sydney when Susannah's not good and she's spent the last two weeks taking me out places so I'm sure the new meds just means she's doing better and she needs a smaller dose or something."

Conrad let out a small sigh. "Yeah, yeah, I'm sure you're right. You're always right."

"I know." Florence smiled as the boy moved to hug her, placing his head on her shoulder as she wrapped her arms around him.

Florence should've known something bad was going to happen.

Her hope had dwindled slightly, her expectations taking one step down but she was still holding out a bit of hope that it would be good.

And then her mum told her that Belly's prom was the same day as Florence's, and Sydney was Belly's date, which meant the two were going to stay at the Conklin's house.

But Emmeline had reassured her that Camden was coming back down from college to keep her company so she wouldn't be completely alone... right?

Wrong!

Camden had been acting weird since they all found out about Susannah and their parents got divorced. He ran back to college as soon as summer ended despite it not starting for weeks after, saying he had to get ready for.

He then started failing some of his classes but quickly reassured his mother that everything was fine. Camden never came home for thanksgiving, only stopping in on Christmas day to do presents before rushing off boxing day morning without saying goodbye, he didn't come back for spring break.

In fact, this was the first time he'd be home in nearly seven months.

But Camden was still acting strange, it being worse now that Susannah was slowly getting worse. He didn't even want to stay at home, opting to stay in a hotel down the road, promising Florence he'd be over to take photos and help her get ready.

And yet...

Here she was, prom night, sitting at her vanity in her bedroom in an empty house.

She was alone.

Her mum and sister had left hours ago, her brother hadn't turned up yet and her boyfriend was nowhere to be seen.

Florence was completely and utterly alone.

She had curled her hair, pulling it into a half-up half down style and finishing it off with a small blue bow. She had put some light make-up on, her cheeks shimmering in the light from her highlighter and pink gloss on her lips tying the look together.

She stood up, looking at the finished look in her mirror. Her prom dress was floor length, with hydrangea's on it, the corset bodice and bow tied straps complimenting her upper body and the ruffled bottom hiding everything she wanted it to. Florence took a hold of it, spinning it slightly and watching it swish in the wind.

She let out a content sigh, really happy with it. Florence grabbed her phone, seeing if anyone had message – which they hadn't – before she snapped some photos to send to her mum, Susannah and Steven.

Florence looked at the time – 5:45

Prom started at six, and she was supposed to be meeting Daisy outside at 6:05 so they could take some photos before they went in. They didn't wanna be the first ones there so they settled for being fifteen minutes late.

Florence let out a small sigh, texting Conrad and wondering where he was, considering she was her ride and it took fifteen minutes to get to her school, if he didn't turn up now they'd be late to being late.

The girl paced around the house, trying not to worry about the location of her boyfriend or her brother. She got so nervous she began to clean, folding the washing, emptying the dishwasher, wiping all the counters down, she took all the rings off her fingers four times and putting them back on again.

Florence then realised she didn't have a necklace on, moving to her jewellery box to find one. She found one with a small pearl on the end. She quickly put it on, moving to grab her shoes and put those on, a pair of strappy silver heels.

The girl checked her phone once more – 6:00

She let out another sigh before she decided she'd just leave without Conrad and just tell him to meet her there. Florence walked down the stairs, grabbing her bag and her keys when the doorbell suddenly rang.

She looked up, rushing over and opening it, letting out a breath of relief when she saw Conrad on the other side. "You're here."

"Sorry I'm late." Conrad rushed out an apology, walking into her house. "I lost track of time and then there was traffic and I—"

"Hey, it's okay." Florence smiled reassuringly. "It's okay. Better late than never, right?"

"Yeah." Conrad nodded.

"Let's just take a few photos to send to our mothers and we can go." Florence told him. Conrad nodded, the girl propping her phone up so the two could take a few photos. "Oh wait! I gotta grab my bracelet quick, one second."

Florence rushed upstairs to her bedroom, grabbing her bracelet and sliding it onto her wrist before making her way back downstairs. She walked to where Conrad was, the boy staring at her with wide eyes.

"What?"

"I forgot your corsage." Conrad stated. "I must have left it in my dorm fridge, I was in such a rush."

"It's okay." Florence spoke quietly, forcing a smile onto her face. She turned to her mother's bouquet of flowers that sat on the kitchen counter, grabbing a blue one and tying the stem to a hairband on her wrist before picking another one, spinning back to Conrad and putting in the pocket of his suit jacket with a smile. "There. Fixed."

"I'm so sorry." Conrad told her.

"It's really okay." Florence reassured him. "We just gotta go before Daisy kills us."

And with that the two left for prom, Conrad opened his car door for Florence, the girl climbing into the passenger seat with a grateful smile before he began driving to her school. When they arrived, Florence spotted the angry Daisy, but Florence knew she wasn't angry at her – she was angry at Conrad.

Florence climbed out of the car, Daisy rushing over to her. "Flo, you look amazing, incredible, gorgeous, every word that means beautiful in the thesaurus!"

"Thank you Dais, you look so so so good." Florence hugged the girl tightly. "Where's India?"

"She got tired of waiting, went inside." Daisy shrugged. "She's saving us some seats."

"Ah." Florence nodded.

Daisy and Florence took a few photos before Daisy grabbed one of Florence's hands and one of Conrad's and dragged them inside. The three quickly found their table, India and a few people already sat on it.

The three sat down as prom went on, song after song Florence sat next to Conrad, the two not speaking. Daisy kept sending looks to both of them before she got bored, grabbing Florence's hand and pulling her to the dance floor.

"If you won't dance with her when she looks like a goddess, I will!" Daisy exclaimed to Conrad before jumping and dancing around with Florence as they screamed the lyrics to some one direction song.

They danced to multiple songs after that before the mood turned slow and all the couples split off leaving Florence stood alone on the dance floor. She let out a small sigh before turning back to her table, walking over and holding her hand out to Conrad.

"Dance with me?" She asked. "Please."

Conrad nodded, taking a hold of her hand and allowing her to guide him to the dance floor. She linked her hands behind his neck, toying with the hairs at the nape of his neck. Conrad's hands settled on her waist.

"I'm really glad you're here." Florence told the boy.

"Me too." Conrad nodded with a small smile. They fell into silence for a few moments before Conrad leant closer to her ear. "Do you want to go somewhere?"

"The after prom doesn't start until midnight but—" Florence furrowed her eyebrows.

"No, no I mean you and me. Do you want to go somewhere we can talk?" Conrad wondered.

"Yeah, if you want, sure." Florence nodded. "There's a shitty diner down the street, we can go to."

Florence let her hands drop, the two walking side by side out of the building as Conrad began to speak. "I might go back to school tonight, I have an exam on Monday and everything."

"Oh."

"I'll still drop you off at the after party but..." Conrad trailed off.

"I thought you were uh, spending the night." Florence stated, her eyebrows knit in confusion.

"Florence, if I stay I'm just gonna ruin your night." Conrad told her as they walked through the doors of the building.

"Have I done something?" Florence asked, stopping her movements and causing Conrad to turn and look at her.

Conrad paced for a second before standing in front of her, the two inches apart. "I'm sorry."

Florence paused, before sighing slightly. "I know this is hard with everything going on. Please don't shut me out. I will listen, I swear, you can tell me anything. I wasn't lying about the diner, we can go there and talk. You promised you wouldn't shut me out, please. Just tell me what's going on and we can go back inside or we can go anywhere else. I don't mind."

"I just can't." Conrad shook his head.

"You can, just talk to me. Stop acting like this and let me in." Florence practically begged, tears welling in her eyes. "Please."

"I feel like I just keep disappointing you." Conrad stated finally, and Florence gasped softly, shaking her head. "I'm disappointing you."

A sudden realisation dawned on Florence as she looked away from Conrad for a moment and then back to him, "Are we breaking up?"

Conrad just stared at her for a few seconds before he walked away from her. Florence scoffed, walking behind him into the rain that had begun to fall.

"No, you don't just get to walk away from me!" Florence exclaimed, grabbing his arm and forcing him to look at her again. "Answer my question! You can't but it's true. We're over, done, finished."

"Flo—"

"No!" Florence cried. "Why did come here tonight, Conrad? An obligation? Just to leave? Why?"

Conrad stayed silent.

Florence let out a scoff, shoving him slightly. "Say something!"

"Florence..." It was like all he could get out was her name. Florence stared at him with raised eyebrows, basically begging him to do something, say something. The brunette shook her head, turning to walk back inside. "Florence don't leave it like this."

"You are the one who made it like this!" Florence spun to face him again, sobbing in the rain. "I love you, Conrad... and you can't even say anything to stop this. This is your doing not mine!"

Conrad didn't say anything once again and Florence ripped her ring off of her finger and threw it at him. "Florence..."

Florence paused her movements but Conrad didn't say anything else, just trailed off. Florence cried harder, finally walking away from the boy she loved the most. She stepped back inside, stopping next to the door to try and stop crying. Headlights passed the window and the girl looked outside, watching as Conrad drove away from the venue.

Florence collapsed onto the floor when someone caught her, the familiar embrace making Florence turn and wrap her arms around them. Daisy had been going to the toilet when she caught sight of the sobbing girl rushing over to make sure everything was okay.

"It's okay." Daisy soothed, rubbing her hair.

Florence shook her head, wiping her tears. "I'm fine. I just wanna go home."

"I'll drive you." Daisy offered.

"No, no, I don't wanna ruin your night." Florence stated.

"Your house is fifteen minutes away, I'll be there and back before anyone notices." Daisy responded, helping her to stand. "Come on."

Daisy took Florence home, the girl thanking her profusely. Florence walked into her house, letting out a sigh when she was met with silence and what felt like never ending darkness. Florence felt her tears building up again when she slumped on the floor in her living room, crying her eyes out.

The house was still empty.

There was just her.

Crying in her prom dress.

Well if prom queen was decided by whoever cried the most on prom night, Florence would be giving her thank you speech right now.

The girl jumped slightly when the front door opened. She stood up, expecting to see her brother walking through the front door and was instead met with the sight of a drunk, stumbling Nick Castillo.

Florence held her breath, like if she didn't move a muscle, he wouldn't notice her.

She was unsuccessful.

"Florence!" Nick exclaimed in greeting, walking over to her. "Hi."

"Hi." Florence forced a smile onto her face.

"Come over here and give your old man a hug." He held his arms open, swaying slightly on the spot.

"I'm okay, not a big hugger." Florence told him.

"Are you not happy to see me?" Her father wondered, walking closer to her.

"Of course I am." Florence nodded.

"No you're not." He accused, stepping closer to her.

Florence let out a sigh. "What are you doing here, Dad?"

"It is still my house, Florence." Nick stated.

"No it's not, mum told you to leave. You left." Florence responded, clenching her jaw.

"It is my house!" He shouted. "Not your mother's, despite what she wants you to believe."

"This house become mum's when you decided to cheat on her and lie about it!" Florence exclaimed in response, seething with anger.

"Don't speak to me like that." Her father ordered, his voice low.

Florence narrowed her eyes, her voice deadly calm as she spoke, "I am speaking to you like the horrid monster you are, and if you have a problem with that, you can leave, dad."

The final word in her statement made Nick's eye twitch in anger. He stepped dangerously close to her, "I am not your father. Your mother made a mistake choosing to adopt you. You should've been sent back to where you came from before she even got the chance to go to the orphanage."

All of Florence's anger had dissipated back into sadness, her eyes welling up once more. No! Florence, stop crying! Don't let him make you cry! You are stronger than this, don't let him win! This is what he wants!

But Florence was so angry at everything. At her mum, at Conrad, at Camden, at her dad, at herself, at everything that was going on that all she could do is cry. She gasped for breath, shaking her head at her father's words.

"I never wanted you Florence. Why do you think I love Sydney so much more? Because she was wanted. You were not wanted, you will never be wanted. I don't love you and no one else will. Your mother certainly doesn't." Nick stated.

Florence shook her head once again. "What?"

"Your mother doesn't love you Florence." Nick shrugged, his tone mocking. "Did you think she did really? She doesn't. You remind her too much of sweet Susannah. Both of you are so similar, kind, focused, determined, talented, artistic, headstrong. But Susannah is dying. You are reminding your mother of her dying best friend."

"No!"

"Yes." Her father nodded, a small smile on his face like he was enjoying Florence's crying. "And if Susannah goes, Emmeline is going to hate you for it. She'll never want to be near you, she doesn't need a constant reminder of Susannah. In fact, if it was me, I'd sent you back to whatever shitty ditch on the side of the road, the orphanage found you in."

Florence sobbed, "That's not true."

"It is true, Florence. You're unloved, by your entire family. No mum, no brother, no sister, no boyfriend, no best friend, no dad." Nick shrugged.

"I'm your daughter." Florence responded, tears falling down her cheeks uncontrollably.

"You are not my daughter and you never will be!" Nick shouted, making Florence flinch.

She clenched her jaw once more, her anger back once again. "Well thank god for that I guess dad, because I never want to be associated with someone like you ever!"

"Get out!"

"Happily!" Florence shouted, turning and grabbing her bag before storming out of the house, still in her prom dress. The girl let out a chocked sob once she had slammed the front door shut behind her, looking around to figure out where she would go.

Florence then remembered her brother was in a hotel nearby, she could go and find him.

She set off down the street, walking as quickly as possible while trying to keep her tears at bay. To any onlookers, it was a strange sight. A girl wearing a beautiful dress and heels rushing down the street at night, tears streaming down her face like a waterfall and her hair falling from it's perfect half-updo.

The girl walked into the hotel, walking straight over to reception. "Hi. I need to know which room is booked under Castillo."

The receptionist clicked away on her computer, choosing not to question what Florence's intentions were, clearly taking pity on the clearly distressed girl. "Room 301."

"Thank you." Florence forced a weak smile in gratitude before walking towards the elevator. She pushed the button for the third floor, watching the doors close before the lift began moving. It then dinged, the doors opening for the third floor.

Florence stepped out of the elevator, walking down the corridor until she stopped outside room 301. She knocked on the door, taking a deep breath as she waited for Camden to open the door.

When he did, she smiled sadly, bursting into rambles, "Cam, you will never guess what happened Con—"

Her eyes then caught sight of Conrad himself, stood in Camden's hotel room. Their was a distant stench of alcohol, and Florence could tell Camden had been smoking something. Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked between the two – wasn't Conrad going straight back to school? So why was he here? But he was here, which meant that Camden must already know what happened between the two, right? So why hadn't he checked on here?

"You already know." Florence whispered. Camden stared at her, his mouth agape, unable to speak from shock. Florence couldn't help the tears that fell then – for god sake she had only just stopped crying! "You knew and you didn't check on me?"

Camden opened and closed his mouth a few times, like he didn't know what to say and Florence had the sudden realisation that maybe, just maybe her dad was right, and her family didn't love her.

"I—" Camden tried to speak but he cut himself off once again.

Florence scoffed lightly, nodding slowly. "Have fun ruining your life Cam."

The brunette then turned and walked back down the hallway where she had come from. She stopped just slightly further down from the elevator, sliding down the wall until she was sat on the floor. Florence brought her knees into her chest and cried.

She was completely and utterly alone.

She put her head in her hands, trying to regulate her breathing and stop the tears that were falling but they just wouldn't stop. She heard footsteps approach her but ignored them until the person spoke, and Florence recognised the voice immediately.

"Now why is a pretty girl like you crying? A man can surely not be worth it."

Florence looked up to see Shayla, the girl holding a sympathetic smile. Shayla held her hand out for Florence to grab a hold off, which she did with a smile, hugging her best friend tightly.

"What are you doing here?" Florence wondered.

"I had a feeling." Shayla shrugged. "Plus it's your senior prom, I wasn't about to miss my best girl getting all dressed up. But traffic was a bitch."

"I adore you." Florence smiled.

"And I you." Shayla responded. "And you look as ethereal as I thought you would."

Florence hugged her once more. "I have so much to tell you."

"My room is this way."

Shayla guided Florence to her room, which was only a few doors down from Camden, hence how Shayla had found Florence so easily. The Castillo girl told her best friend everything, from how her hopes were so high, to her mum and sister going to the Conklin's, to getting ready alone, to Conrad being late and forgetting her corsage, to their breakup, to her chat with her dad, to her seeing Camden, and to now.

Shayla let out a breath at the words, the two now led in Shayla's hotel room. The girl had given Florence to change into so she wasn't wearing her prom dress anymore. Florence leant her head on Shayla's shoulder, letting out a sigh.

"I'm so tired." She told her.

"Go to sleep, Flo." Shayla stated. "I'm not going anywhere."

Florence smiled weakly, her eyes fluttering close and allowing the night to wash away. She woke up the next morning to her phone ringing. Florence leant over, grabbing her phone and seeing Steven's name coming up on the screen. She clicked on the answer button, putting the phone to her ear.

"Hello."

"Flo! Hi." Steven greeted. "Um, Shayla called and told me what happened. Are you okay?"

"I'm good." Florence responded. "I'm fine."

"I don't believe you." Steven told her.

"Seriously I'm okay." Florence stated as she let out a small sigh. "It just... sucks."

"Yeah." Steven sighed. "I think Syd and Bells broke up too."

"Oh shit." Florence closed her eyes briefly.

"Yeah but Syd had your mum so I think she's okay." Steven reassured her.

"And Belly?"

"She's good." Steven replied. "She's getting there."

"Cool." Florence nodded, even though he couldn't see her before she smiled slightly. "Did you willingly answer the phone to your ex-girlfriend this morning?"

"Well she hasn't contacted me since we broke up so I thought it had to be important." Steven told her. "And as soon as she said your name there was no chance I was hanging up."

"Aw." Florence smiled. "I knew you loved me."

"Shut up." Steven scoffed lightly.

Florence let out a small laugh, a sense of normality settling over her, as if the night before had never happened. She bid goodbye to Steven before dragging Shayla back to her house so she could get changed once again. The two best friends then spent their day together, shopping, getting over priced coffee and trying to forget all the bad vibes that had built up.

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Florence never thought that Susannah would pass away.

She knew it would happen eventually. She knew that Susannah was sick and was getting worse each day but it hadn't occurred to Florence that Susannah would actually be gone, and so soon.

When the news was broken to Florence, she stayed strong long enough to comfort Sydney before retreating to her bedroom and sobbing her heart out. Florence didn't know what to do without Susannah there.

Susannah meant everything to her.

She was Florence's second mother.

Florence knew that Susannah was alive in her head, in her songs, she was all around her and yet Florence was so broken. She thought back to every time Susannah gave her advice, every story she was told, every moment together, every time Susannah would make a comment about her and Conrad, every time Susannah treated her like the daughter she never had.

She didn't know what to do now she was gone. Florence knew she should have asked Susannah more questions, asked her how to be, asked her what to do.

But Florence didn't, and she had to deal with the fact that one of her favourite people on the earth was gone.

And the first thing to deal with was her funeral.

Florence sat in the third row of the church, in between her brother and sister as she stared at Susannah's grave. It had blue and white flowers decorating the top, and the photo of Susannah perfectly captured her essence – happy and loving.

"There is a time for everything and a season for every activity under the heavens." The Pastor recited and Florence felt the tears rolling down her cheek, her hand clutching Sydney's. "A time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot."

The funeral was exactly as one would expect. A Pastor who gave an eulogy despite never meeting her, rows of people sobbing even though they barely knew her. What she didn't expect was Conrad to rise from his seat and move to the front, picking up a guitar as he did so.

"This was the song that she always asked me to play for her." Conrad explained before beginning to sing. Florence listened to the lyrics intently, tears falling from her eyes as she tried to put on an encouraging smile for the boy who glanced over at her ever few seconds. He finished the song after only messing up once.

When the service was over, they all went back to the Fisher household for the wake. Florence had to be honest, she probably made herself feel worse by listening to Marjorie by Taylor Swift the whole way there back they all had their own ways of coping.

The family split apart as soon as they entered the house. Camden headed straight for the food, Sydney left to see if she could find Jeremiah, Emmeline went to talk to Laurel, leaving Florence stood by herself.

She decided she would get some food and see if she could find Conrad, knowing the boy wouldn't get it himself. Florence grabbed a plate and put some food on it before asking some people if they knew where he was.

Someone told him he was in the rec room so that was the first place she headed.

She subconsciously pulled down her dress slightly before walking up the stairs and towards the rec room. She walked into the room to see Conrad led down on the sofa, his head in Aubrey's lap.

Now Florence wouldn't usually be upset by this sight. Her and Conrad had broken up, they were over so if he wanted to lay in another girl's lap then that was his choice but it was Aubrey, his ex-girlfriend.

"Oh, hey." Aubrey greeted. "That for us?"

Florence cleared her throat, putting the food done. "Yeah, I thought I'd bring some up, make sure you guys get some before everyone else clears the place."

"Thanks." Aubrey smiled at her.

Florence then turned and rushed out of the room and back down the stairs, ignoring Conrad calling her name and following behind her. She walked down the stairs, trying not to draw attention to them.

Conrad grabbed her wrist, pulling her back to face him.

"What do you want? Let go." Florence asked, not moving away from him. There was a time and a place to make a scene and this was not it.

"Flo, that was just Aubrey." Conrad told her.

"I'm sorry I interrupted." Florence smiled weakly.

"She was helping me." Conrad whispered, tilting his head slightly.

"She was... right." Florence nodded, her voice low as she tried desperately not to be upset with him – it was his mum's funeral for god sake Florence get yourself in line! "I told you I would help you."

"I know I—"

"I begged you to let me in... and you didn't." Florence shook her head, a lump forming in her throat. "But she can help? Glad to know where I fall in the ranking of ex-girlfriends."

"Grow up." Conrad commented.

"I have. Have you?" Florence retorted easily, raising her eyebrows.

"I should've known you'd be like this." Conrad sighed.

"Like what?" Florence wondered.

"I knew I never should've started something with you." Conrad stated.

"I don't believe you." Florence responded.

"It was a mistake." Conrad told her.

"And yet you did it anyway." Florence forced a smile onto her face, keeping her voice quiet. "I hope you get better Conrad, I'll, uh, I'll always be here. Just call."

The girl then turned and walked away, noticing Steven stood in the corner. The boy immediately caught her gaze, opening his arm for a hug. Florence fell into his side, wrapping an arm around his waist, while he pulled her closer, leaning his head on top of hers.

Florence knew that Conrad didn't mean what he said. He couldn't mean it... right?

All she knew was that she vowed to always be there for him, relationship and not. And that was what was going to do.

( 💌 ) isobels notes
heyyyyy
what a crazy chapter :))
this chapter is over 5000 words how insane
is that
florence had such a great prom don't y'a think
ALSO
JN THIS GIF YOU CAN LEGIT SEE
MISS OLIVIAS TEARS

she deserves an award for this performance
( even tho we know she wasn't acting)