Chapter 19
ROSALYN
I take another sip of champagne, keeping my gaze on the floor, my mouth resting on the rim of the glass. I can’t seem to take it seriously. But I have to. I have to come up with an escape plan. Something. Because I can’t talk to Chris tonight. I can’t. But...I want to. I want to talk to him. My heart screams for it. My ears want to hear his voice. I want to talk to him like we still have a chance, and I hold back.
My body is one solid state of panic.
I’m startled, though, when I feel that maddeningly familiar feeling of someone’s gaze boring into me. My gaze is a heartbeat away from zeroing in on a pair of black shoes when I hear a voice call behind me. “Rosalyn. I thought that was you.”
I turn, done with the conversation I’ve been having for the last ten minutes, t
