Raven
As Richard spoke about the gala, his phone buzzed on the coffee table in front of us with an incoming call, interrupting our conversation. My eyes flickered to the screen, and a subtle dread washed over me as I saw the name displayed prominently: Caitlyn.
It was a stark reminder of the reality of my arrangement with Richard, casting a pall over the joy of the moment.
I forced a smile, hiding the turmoil that churned within me. Deep down, I hoped for Richard's sake that he was truly moving on from Caitlyn, that our time together wasn't simply a distraction from the pain of heartbreak and the need to regain her love. But only time will tell.
As Richard answered the call, I couldn't help but feel a sense of discomfort wash over me. His annoyance was palpable, and I instinctively ro
