When I climb into Robert’s car, my skin feels like it’s melting off my body. I’m ready to internally combust after Victoria dropped the bomb that our wedding has been moved up. Robert thinks he’s so cunning, but I see through this act, and I’m disgusted I fell for it. When Winnie messaged me more than usual this weekend, it should’ve raised some red flags. I went from talking to her every other week to getting questions every ten minutes. It all makes perfect sense now.
During the drive to his house, Robert goes on and on about how excited he is that Victoria’s interested in his company. I don’t respond to anything he says and just stare out the window. Instead, I get lost in my thoughts, wishing I was anywhere but here. When we pull into his driveway, he notices I’m not playing the part
