EMILY’S POV
I drowned my cocktail obviously tensed from the conversation.
Shopping for wedding dresses already. She was true to her words this time. I breath in and out trying not to show how bummed I am.
Ha! Let’s see what Mason has to say about that! He’s tired, definitely won’t agree.
“So I was thinking,” the way her fingers played with his chin as she spoke made me grit my teeth. “How ‘bout we stop by ‘Unmask your beauty' boutique? I need to pick up something. It’s not a long drive from here.”
I don’t know why but I grinned. The tiredness on his face wasn’t mistaken. It’s an obvious no. I poured myself alcohol over confident. First rejection I’ll notice of him to her.
I brought the glass to my mouth, sipping a mouthful, might as well get drunk since I’ll visit my bed soon.
