Sarre sat on a couch in a high-end dress shop while his mother, his sister and Giada along with his mother’s best friend tried outfit after outfit on. An ever-growing pile of clothing told him his credit card was going to take a hit. Yet for all the clothing in the pile he wasn’t sure if even one item belonged to Giada.
He knew she was angry. He was too. He hadn’t handled any of this situation well. She was right. Cap played them both. Yes, she lied but her words earlier about him behaving as harshly as Cap did nearly undid him. This was the woman he believed himself to love and he’d put his hands on her in anger.
When he returned to her room at the hotel and found she hadn’t gone back, he presumed she was out walking off her anger at his cold treatment of her. When she didn’t come back
