[Irene Miles’ POV]
I lunged to snatch the letter from him, but he raised his hand higher and dodged me. “Uh! Uh! You aren’t getting it for free.”
“I don’t have time for you. Give it back to me. It’s Zane’s!” I kept on trying to get the letter from him, following him all around the room.
“You aren’t shocked, so that means you knew too, didn’t you? Wow, Irene. Let’s make a deal. I will give this to you if you go on the ball with me. How about it?”
“Virgil! Give it to me! Do you not feel ashamed even a bit? What if your mother died and someone else stole the last words she wrote to you?”
“I would… not care at all. I don’t basically like my mother, so…” he chuckled, then struggling he said, “don’t play emotional tricks on me. You will just end up deepening my feelings for you. I will
