A simple, quiet night—was it too much to ask for?
Now, the fragile peace she'd found shattered.
Lawson. Here? After everything? A wave of nausea washed over her, the drink suddenly feeling like poison in her veins.
Her eyes flicked to Cole, still awkwardly dancing with a happy Madison, who didn't seem to notice the unwelcome guest.
Didn't Madison mention Lawson wasn't invited? Then how come he is here?
Watching both men, bile rose to her throat. Well, Antonio's presence wasn't exactly surprising; though he was her constant source of annoyance, he was manageable.
Lawson, on the other hand... He was delusional. Obsessed, even. With his twisted belief that he still had a place in her life.
Hadn't she made it clear already that it was never possible?
The audacity to show his face here,
