
Chapter Sixteen
Not most bitches. Not the lucky ones. Every bitch. Eventually, her day comes.
The Collie crossed the finish line. Nobody handed her a crown.
Nobody needed to.
Most bitches imagine their day arriving all at once.
A parade. A promotion.
A perfect romance. A standing ovation.
A lottery ticket.
Life rarely cooperates. Most victories arrive disguised as ordinary Tuesdays.
The deserving bitch notices.