"Imogen, the party is tonight." Hames reminded me, like I didn't know that already. I guess we were sticking to Imogen and no longer 'Miss Mark' now.
I stopped myself from glaring at him but I ensured my face didn't read any friendly expression.
"Aren't you excited for it?"
"What's so exciting about the stupid party?" I scoffed.
He rolled his eyes, walking up to me on the couch and sat beside me. That was definitely not an action that was comfortable for me.
"Go to my room, there's a box on the bed. It's for you." He said indifferently, took the remote control from the table to turn on the television.
I wanted to ask questions about what it was but sitting beside him was so discomforting so I instead rose to my feet and sauntered to his room.
What could he have gotten me? If I w
