CYRIL’S POV
I shifted to find a more comfortable position in my chair as I looked away from the screen of the laptop in front of me. I paused at the open window. The late afternoon light spilled through it, reflecting golden rays on the bookshelves lined up in my study.
I couldn’t pay much attention to my surroundings. My mind was locked on the fact that my goddamn phone was still silent.
The messages I sent Raine sat there like dead weight. I had told her how much I missed her, and I couldn’t wait to see her again. Then I asked if she’d gotten a call from the party planner. But my texts were left unread. I didn’t get a reply, not even a f*****g emoji.
I stared back at my screen like it could give me answers. She wasn’t the type to ignore me. If anything, she over-communicated; little
