23. Well done, Tate. [Part 2]
I smile wide and shake my head as I get out of the car. I watch him drive away and when there’s no trace of his car on the road, I walk into Christina’s house. I ignore all the people in the living room installing a weird big ball on the ceiling. I ignore the buzz of women in the kitchen, probably preparing tonight’s appetizers. I ignore all the staff decorating the house. Instead, I head straight to Christina’s room. She’s the only one who really matters to me right now.
She sees me standing in nothing but her bathrobe, sitting on her bed. Her face is already made up, but her hair looks like a cute bird’s nest.
"I thought you’d never get here!"
"Why the hell are you yelling?!" I say, standing at the door of her room.
"You’re two minutes and twenty-five s
