Phoebe
The rest of the week goes pretty smoothly. Lazarus keeps his distance, but I still feel his eyes on me the entire time. Today is finally Thursday. One more day, and then I’m done for the week. I can’t wait for a break from the constant tension.
While I’m helping Mrs. Yates eat, Lazarus walks into the room. His presence immediately makes the air feel heavier.
“I have a work engagement tonight, Phoebe, and I need to bring a plus one. Could you go with me?” He says, his tone almost too casual. “This is an event I really need someone else for, and Donovan is already bringing someone.”
I glare at him. “I’m sorry, Lazarus. I can’t—”
Mrs. Yates interrupts. “Oh, stop it, Phoebe. Just go with the poor boy. He needs someone to go with him. He can’t go alone. Do it for me.”
I look at Mrs
