Rosie's POV
If a pin drops, you'd hear it to show how quiet the dining room was.
This was the first time having dinner together since you know... Dominic's rejection. My 18th birthday. I could feel the quiet tension in the air.
I didn't just want to remember because the weight of that moment was still pressed heavily on my chest.
What made it worse was he was sitting right across me!
Hold on.
Why wasn't Cassie here yet? She never missed a chance to gloat or be at Dominic's side, and yet tonight, she was absent.
Her absence should have made things easier for me, but it didn't.
Dominic sat at the head of the table, his shoulders broad, his face unreadable.
He hasn't spared me a glance.
What was I expecting? It was better that way rather than stealing glances and sending mixed sig
