The day of the party finally arrived.
And somehow, I was more nervous than excited.
Not because I was worried about the party.
Not because I didn’t know anyone.
I knew Favor. I knew several people from the baking program. I knew exactly where we were going and what the plans were.
I was nervous because of William.
He had agreed that I could go.
But he had also made it very clear, without actually saying the words, that he didn’t want me to.
The little comments had started that morning.
At breakfast, he had rubbed his temple.
“My head is bothering me.”
I looked at him.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
“You don’t look fine.”
“I’m just tired.”
I knew him well enough by now.
He was fine.
He was trying to make me feel guilty.
I didn’t say anything.
I simply served him his breakfa
