CHAPTER SIXTEEN: Paris for Two
~Zella's POV~
Brynn left at eight thirty like she hadn't spent half of last night crying.
She came into the kitchen already in her coat, bag on her shoulder, phone in hand, looking like a woman who had made a decision and was not entertaining second thoughts about it.
"I'm not telling him I'm coming," she said. "I'm just going to show up."
"Has he been expecting you?" I asked.
"Not specifically."
"So you're appearing at his door unannounced."
"I'm *arriving.*" She pointed at her father. "Dinner. Tonight. I'm bringing him. Be nice."
"I'm always nice," Evander said.
Brynn and I looked at each other.
"Be *nicer,*" she said. "There's a scale."
She kissed us both, grabbed her bag, and was gone.
The door closed.
Evander and I stood in the kitchen with
