Annabel’s POV
The music dulled into a muffled throb against the walls. With trembling hands, I locked the door, wrapping my arm around my stomach. I could still feel the sharp pain lingering, a reminder of just how close I had been to disaster.
My reflection in the large mirror looked nothing like me—pale skin, trembling lips, and flushed cheeks.
My head throbbed, remembering how Daniel had almost wanted me to kiss me in front of everyone. I could imagine the headlines tomorrow at the office.
Annabel Green confirms the rumor that has been speculated by kissing the boss publicly.
And what would my dad say if he ever found out? I could see the pain lingering in Fiona’s face, sharp and unforgiving, if she discovered the truth.
Why did I feel like this was all a setup by Stephanie? To
