Bernice’s POV
“Jessie? What are you doing here?” I ask, staring at Jessie who stood before me at my doorway.
She stared down at her feet sheepishly for a moment before bringing her gaze back to me. She’s still in her ball gown, so I know she came here directly from the ball.
“Can I come in, so we can talk?” Jessie asks again, meeting my eyes.
I step aside for her to enter. She hurries into my room, and I shut the door behind us. She sprawls out onto my bed as she used to, curling up and peering up at me with sad eyes. I sit beside her and keep my eyes steadily on hers. I thought back to her accusations against me; she accused me of using her brother for my own selfish gain. As if Landry isn’t aware of our arrangement. I was hurt that Jessie thought so little of me and that Landry d
