Mignon's POV
Watching Dawson invite Vivi to sit down, I felt a vein begin to throb at my temple.
This was beyond absurd.
The man who had taken five years of my whole heart and thrown it away without a second thought. The sister who had stripped my childhood bare by any means available and was now here to finish the job. And the boss I had been tangled up with in ways I still couldn't name. All three of them, about to share a pleasant lunch together.
The cramping in my stomach surged upward, and the nausea hit the back of my throat like a wave.
I couldn't stay here. One more second at this table and something in me was going to break beyond repair.
I shoved my chair back. The sound cut through the quiet that had settled over the table.
Dawson's knife paused against his plate. He look
