Chapter 80
Hailey
My heart skipped as I spinned around and saw Navine, dressed in a very charming suit, looking absolutely breathtaking. The tuxedo fit him perfectly—tailored to emphasize his broad shoulders, his lean frame. His hair was styled in that effortlessly sophisticated way that probably took twenty minutes but looked natural.
"I thought they said you were sick," he repeated, his voice carrying an edge of amusement now.
I just stood there, frozen, the half-eaten sandwich in my hand feeling suddenly ridiculous. Here I was, caught in the most obvious lie possible, by the one person I least wanted to see me like this.
"I…" I started again, but words failed me. What could I possibly say? That I'd faked a fever with hot water bags? That I'd lied to his father's face? That I was a
