RENEE
“Have you considered what to do with the gifts?”
My busy hands froze. I turned to face Nicole with a raised brow, dropping the hairbrush I held on the dressing table.
“What do you mean?”
“You heard me, Renee. What plans do you have for the gifts? The flowers and the greeting card. Are you going to call him? You realize Robert is sending you these things, right?”
“I am aware.” I said, annoyed.
“Why don't you call him? Remember you never thanked him for the ones he sent you in Miami? He was hurt because you never called.”
“I know, I know, I know! I called him last night.” I exclaimed a little too sharply as I continued, “I dialed his number, the one I’d been keeping, but it didn't go through. So I'm confused, Nicole, and I'm not sure what to do.”
I returned my gaze to my b
