Chapter 23
Irene’s POV I was back in my room, lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling. The picnic kept replaying in my head no matter how hard I tried to stop it. The garden, the big tree. The way Elvis looked at me like I mattered. I rolled onto my side and pulled the pillow closer. Stop, I told myself. Before I could sink deeper into my thoughts, the door burst open. “I heard what happened!” Zara rushed in, eyes wide, excitement written all over her face. She was trying very hard not to squeal, but her smile was barely contained. I sat up quickly. “What are you talking about?” Of course, I knew exactly what she meant. The kitchen, Elvis, everyone bowing. But I didn’t want to think about it. It was already bad enough that people were gossiping. I didn’t want to relive it but who am I ki
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