Hazel’s POV
By the end of the workday, I felt so restless. I was rubbing my sore head, getting ready to pack up and leave, when my phone rang at the worst possible time.
I saw Zoey's name on the screen, and my heart sank. I walked up to the window and picked up even though my heart was already starting to beat in trepidation. "Hello."
"Hazel, there's a dinner tonight. Come with me." Zoey's voice on the other end sounded like an order, not a request.
I frowned and said no right away. "I still have a lot of work to finish. I can't go."
"Work?" she scoffed, her tone turning sharp. "After being Mrs. Ellington for a few years, have you forgotten where you came from? Or have you forgotten how you lived in the Westbrook house and enjoyed the good life all those years? Now we ask you for one
