SARAH
I’m glaring at Ronan, a deep scowl etched into all the corners of my face. And guess what he does?
Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
I feel so silly even standing there and confronting him about it. What am I? Seventeen? Who cares if he wants to flirt with the entire female population of Durmont?
Certainly not me.
After all, he’s a single man. They are all single men. The three of them are free to do whatever they want with whoever they want.
They know it too. That’s why they do not hesitate to shove it in my face the second they get the chance.
I mean, flirting in my party? Really?
It’s a battle between the lump in my throat, the tears lingering–scorching–the corners of both my eyes, and me.
And I’m terribly losing both.
Ronan still doesn’t speak, but Jaxon steps forw
