Estelle's POV
I sighed and handed him the spaghetti I'd made. "I was going to eat this anyway. Here—have it."
He looked startled. "…Did you forget I never eat tomatoes?"
I slapped my forehead. "Oh, right. Sorry, I really did forget."
His face was ice-cold, and his gaze cut over me like a blade before he went upstairs, his expression rigid and unreadable.
After dinner, I curled up on the couch, swiping through my phone, deleting and rewriting Adrian's messages several times before finally hitting the close button.
I glanced at the suit bag beside me, and a sudden, inexplicable anger surged through me.
What is Theron thinking? He gave me the measurements but not the address. Does he even want the suit anymore? Or is he just playing games?
My thoughts were a tangled mess, and I didn't
