RYAN POint of view
I wiped my nose as I stared up at Ricard. “Calm down let’s talk—”
“Let’s talk?” He interrupted rudely. “Did you want to talk to me when you made the decision on your own? Who do you think you are, anyways? Always making decisions on our behalf!”
I stared at them, speechless. What could I say, really? It was less than 30 minutes when I’d made the deal with my mom, yet they’ve already heard the news?
“Carly called a few minutes ago,” Ross explained, seeming to understand the confusion on my face. “She told Ricard how much she missed him and how she can’t wait to spend the holidays with him. She wants to rekindle the love they once shared.”
Ricard cringed and turned away, his anger evident. “Don’t remind me about that. I’m leaving.”
He cast a disgusted look in my dire
