Kelsey's POV
I turned back into the restaurant, hid for ten-odd minutes until most of the crowd thinned out.
My phone buzzed—a call from Marcus.
His deep voice ordered, "Come out."
"On my way," I replied.
After hanging up, I lingered for a few minutes before stepping out. Seeing the coast was clear, I headed for Marcus's sleek black sedan.
I slipped into the car quickly.
"School requires much networking?" His eyes narrowed.
"It's normal to dine with old classmates. It's called maintaining social connections, not networking," I shot back.
The ride back to the villa was quiet.
As expected, Suzie greeted us. Without our act, Marcus wouldn't have bothered tracking my movements.
The following days flew by with classes and library study sessions—I barely had time to think.
While revi
