Two months.
I’d hidden my engagement for two months
only for it to be exposed on an i********: Live.
“I guess the cat’s finally out of the bag, huh?” Maurice said from the driver’s seat, trying to laugh it off.
I turned my head slightly toward him.
The humor drained from his face, and he focused back on the road.
Since I left the island, my phone hadn’t stopped buzzing.
The company. Partners. Shareholders. Amy.
And most of all, Simone.
Most of the messages were from her. Asking why I hadn’t told her about the engagement and if she could meet Vanessa.
“Here,” Maurice muttered, handing me a napkin. “The lipstick.”
I took it and wiped my lips roughly.
“What are you going to do now?”
I dragged a hand over my face, exhaling slowly. “I don’t know.”
This was going to cause problems
