SAMANTHA'S POV
“Where are you?" I muttered into my phone as I stepped into the park, scanning the area for Sarah. The evening sun cast long shadows across the grass, and I squinted against its fading light. Earlier, I had stood in for Sarah at the meeting she was supposed to attend with Dominic, leaving Dominic fuming. he was so angry he left the office early.
"By the oak tree, Samantha," Sarah's voice crackled through the phone.
I frowned. "I can't see you, Sarah. I'm right by the oak tree."
"There are two oak trees, Samantha," she snapped. "The one near the ice cream cart."
"Well, you could have mentioned that earlier," I grumbled, waving to the figure standing behind an oak tree. Why was she hiding? Her oversized beach hat and sunglasses made her look ridiculous.
As I approached,
