The next morning, I wake up to find Cedric absent from the bed. I get up, grabbing a white skirt and then one of the shirts Jessica got made for me. Among them, I choose the bright red one, thinking it'll stir up some reaction from Cedric. Excitedly, I slip it on, feeling a giddy anticipation about his expression when he sees it. I know he's going to be pissed.
I stride out of the room, spotting some of the guys lounging around the kitchen table. Cedric, Abel, Marcus, and a few others are gathered there. Casually, I make my way to the kitchen, grabbing a bite to eat. So far, Cedric hasn't noticed my shirt. Seating myself, I begin to eat. Suddenly, Marcus's voice breaks the silence, inquiring about the message on my shirt. With a grin, I reveal it to him, and his reaction is priceless—his
