Phillip felt like he had been struck by lightning. What had he just heard?
"What?" It was the only word Phillip could get out of his stiff lips. "What did you just say, Miss Wullington?"
Cesca snorted in irritation. She had planned not to tell anyone about this incident. Not even to Phillip because Cesca thought he might forget what had happened.
Waking up the morning that Eloise called for help yesterday morning, Cesca found that Phillip was no longer in the room. It was as if he had vanished into thin air, even though they had spent the previous night together.
"You really don't remember, huh?" Cesca was scrunching her waist now. "Really? Or are you just trying not to talk to me about it?"
Phillip was getting more and more confused. Where was this conversation that Cesca was leading
