Sarah POV
Sarah’s hands trembled as she zipped up her black floral dress. She was going for classy, not sexy. She wanted Alastair to think his plan was working, without having him touch her in any way. She was nervous though. Sarah had always had the kind of face that clearly gave away what she was thinking. A face with subtitles.
When she checked her make-up one last time in the mirror, a face turned up behind her, startling her. It was Marcus and his face was full of emotion. Sarah turned around to face him.
“I’m so sorry,” Marcus spoke, pulling her against him. “I didn’t mean it when I said I didn’t care,” He whispered, with his face in her hair. Sarah closed her eyes, basking in his scent. She inhaled deeply, seeking comfort from him. She realized she would have to change clothes
