Oh, f**k him, this was the last thing they needed. Once more, their romantic night had been utterly disrupted.
Sparkle assessed Josh’s reaction to the news. With everything that had happened, she kept waiting for him to crack under the strain, and so far, he’d hung in there better than she ever could have expected. Even so, she couldn’t help but feel like this was the tipping point, and she couldn’t stand the thought of watching him break. And with this new strain, she was very afraid he might.
His mouth was pinched, his forehead creased with an anxious frown as he stared at his phone. He squeezed her hand so tight his fingers were white. The room was deathly silent in the wake of Albert’s announcement.
“Is it Valentino?” he demanded, a quaver in his voice.
“We don’t know yet,” Alber
