Riley’s POV
The rest of the evening dragged on forever.
We moved to the sitting room. Gerald and Marcus talked about sports, the stock market, things that didn’t matter. Mirabel sat beside Marcus, her hand in his, glowing with happiness.
And I sat there, pretending everything was fine while my world crumbled around me.
Finally, Marcus checked his watch.
“I should probably get going,” he said, standing up. “Early shift at the spa tomorrow.”
“Of course,” Mirabel said, walking him to the door.
Gerald and I followed.
At the entrance, Marcus put on his jacket and turned to us with that perfect smile. “Thank you so much for having me. Dinner was wonderful.”
“You’re welcome anytime,” Gerald said, and I wanted to scream.
“Next time I’ll make sure to meet Cynthia properly,” Marcus added,
