ZARAH’S POV
I threw my phone on the bed in a huff. "How did he meet that b***h Mannie?" I muttered under my breath while pacing the room.
My palms were hot. My breath quickened. I pressed my heel into the soft carpet and shoved my hands into my pockets. My phone buzzed once more on the bedside table, but I ignored it. Each ring was a little rope tightening around my neck.
The morning had been ruined. The plan I had wrapped so smoothly the night before suddenly felt loose, like a thread pulled from a dress. I had built the idea of taking that day for myself — nails, coffee, a neat message to Dominic about a charity event he would enjoy and make him fall for me.
“Who exactly is Michael’s uncle?” I asked the empty room. My voice sounded small despite the heat in it. The question nagged at
