MELISSA’S POV
I was just about to enter the cab when I heard someone call my name.
“Mellisa.”
I froze, my hand on the door handle, and turned around slowly. Of all the people I expected to see, Katrina wasn’t one of them. I thought she would be inside with Xavier by now, maybe even smiling as they prepared to take him home. But here she was, standing right behind me in her perfectly ironed blouse, her hair styled flawlessly, her lips painted with that deep red shade she always wore like a crown.
She walked closer, her heels clicking against the pavement, each step deliberate.
“Mellisa, wait.”
I let go of the cab door and straightened up. “What is it?” I asked, trying to keep my tone neutral.
She gave me this tight smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “I must really appreciate you for e
