Rainy’s POV
I am barely able to poke at my food with the heavy silver antique fork in my hand. My appetite is ruined. I can’t eat. I just can’t do it. I’m going to excuse myself and call Bron.
“If you’ll excuse me, everyone, I need to go freshen up,” I murmur quietly and stand up. Heading to the bathroom with my phone, I’m already dialing Bron’s number because it has just dawned on me after all the drama that just occurred that I am p*ssed off at him.
He tells me he has a surprise, eh? Well, was it that stupid box with the note, or was it Veronica? Seems like a cruel joke either way. F*ck that guy.
It’s ringing but he’s not picking up. What a surprise.
I text him.
Rainy: What happened? Why did you leave and why did you give me that box to open at midnight even though you had already planned on being gone by that time?