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Silence crackles.
“What you doing?”
“Editing my video.”
I hum in response.
“Get dressed.”
“What?” Her tone is sharp, and it has my eyes sparkling.
“You heard me, get dressed. Car will be outside in twenty.” I cut the phone, my lips twitching with a smile.
She will probably ignore me and tell the driver to shove it, but I can hope she’ll arrive.
Draining the rest of my glass, I signal Emily to bring another bottle.
We are celebrating after all.
Chapter Eight
Anaïs
I stare at the phone,blinking.
What does he mean?
I place it back in its cradle and move towards the bedroom and sit on the foot of the bed, staring into the space. Glancing beside me at my phone, I swipe it up and find Rue’s number.
I’m not sure why I am calling her. I could call Nora, but I feel like she is too close to this situation.
“Anaïs? Everything okay?” I glance at the time and see it’s past nine.
“Yeah, fine, I just want to ask you something… I’m not sure what to do,” I mumble, nibbling on the skin around my nail bed of my thumb.
“Shoot,” she says, and I can hear her dragging a chair out as it skates across the floor.
“So, you know I am staying in my ex’s dad’s penthouse.”
“Yup.”
“Well, he has just told me that he is sending a car to collect me…”
“Right?”
“Bit weird, right? I didn’t get a chance to answer back as he cut the phone off.”
“It’s just drinks. He probably feels bad for gatecrashing and also that you’re home alone on a Friday night when you should be taking in the Monaco evenings.”
I drop my thumb from my lips.
“So, you think I should go?”
“I don’t think anything, I am just giving you my opinion.”
I nod.
“Is it not weird?”
