Lola’s POV
I could hear the rhythm of my heartbeat in my ears, eyes fixated on Vincent who was checking his cell phone to check that Aniston was sure of what she saw.
Even though Aniston was busy blowing my hair with the dryer, I wasn't even feeling the breeze any longer. Deep down, I wished she was mistaken.
When Vincent dropped his cell phone into his pockets, he said to me, "I'll assume he's here to be sure you are alright. You have such a caring brother.”
I sensed the irony in his voice, but I had no choice but to play along. “Yeah, Nick tries to care for me, although at atimes he acts like he's bewitched.” My fingers dug into the foam and Vincent could sense how nervous I was at that point.
But one thing I was sure of was that he didn't know I felt that way because I was scared h
