Elise's pov
Marcus’s sudden appearance rooted me to the spot. My throat tightened, my mouth dry as sandpaper.
Oh, no no no. What do I do? Oh my God. I panicked internally but tried my best to stay calm on the outside.
“Hi, Marcus.” I said with a nervous chuckle.
He shot me a dry look.
“I—uh—I just…” I stammered, fumbling for a believable excuse. My heart raced so fast I could hear it in my ears.
Marcus’s brow furrowed, his voice was still calm but laced with more suspicion. “You don’t like these kinds of events, Elise. You’ve told me a million times they feel suffocating. Your exact words were—” he deepened his tone mockingly, “—‘suffocating fakeness.’”
Heat crawled up my neck. He remembered.
Curse your retentive memory, Marcus!
He tilted his head, studying me with so much intensi
