Rosie's Pov
My face fell, and all the joy I had stored up in me for him vanished. Just like a candlelight that has been blown off by the wind and leaving the room very darker than dark.
I really felt like plunging to the floor and crying. What did I do last night to deserve this treatment? My eyes traveled to a sparkling object that flashed my eyes.
An engagement ring, Greg had been right all this fucken time. I stood aside and they came to pass, filling my nose with his scent.
"Rosie, make our coffee. You know how we like it, don't you? And make it quick." He commanded me like he's never set an eye on me.
I wanted to damn him to the deepest part of hell but Jacob's smile as he came in got me under control.
"How are you, Rosie?"
"I am fine, Sir," I replied, falsifying a smile.
