POV: Florence
I yanked my hand free and looked past him. A girl stood there with jet black hair, arms crossed, glaring at me like I'd slept with her father and stolen his credit card.
"What are you doing here? And don't touch me," I snapped, stepping back beside Vince. My pulse was doing that annoying thing where it felt like my heart might actually burst through my ribcage.
Vince slid an arm around me. The gesture screamed both bodyguard and boyfriend, which honestly wasn't helping my blood pressure situation. "This the guy?" he asked, giving Carter the kind of once-over that made it clear he'd already decided Carter wasn't worth the designer shoes he was probably wearing.
Carter's face did this ugly thing where his features twisted up like someone had just told him his trust fund got
