Charlotte’s POV
“Are you waiting for something?” I asked Cyn.
I had asked her if she was ready for us to leave twice already, but she hadn’t made a move to leave the room yet, instead choosing to pretend to be busy by walking around the room doing nothing.
She was stalling, but I didn’t know why.
“What would I be waiting for?” She asked without turning to face me. I saw her move to close the window she had opened, which caused the wind that had been rushing in to stop.
My eyebrows knitted. “Out with it.”
“Out with what?” She asked. She turned back to face me from her position by the window, and as she saw the look on my face, she knew that I wasn’t buying her act. She smoothened down the front of her floral dress nervously, “Fine. Royce promised me he would stop by this morning.”
