His eyes trail over my dress, and he licks his lips. I guess wearing this dress was worth it after all—he’s looking at me with lust in his eyes. He looks handsome, as he always does. Talia turns to him and frowns when she catches him staring at me. I quickly compose myself and look away.
What are they doing here?
Luke assured me they wouldn’t come. There’s no way I can survive these next few days with them in the same house.
"Babe, what are they doing here?" Julia asks the question I’m too afraid to voice.
"Oh, I invited him. Didn’t you say I could come, Priscilla?" Talia says, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
I pray for the strength to hold back tonight before I rip her head off. I know what she’s trying to do—provoke me into an argument. I’m not taking the bait. I glance at Robert,
