Chapter 19
“I will never forgive him,” Faye declared with a swishing motion of her manicured red nails.
Ronnie screwed her face into a frown. She wasn’t one to make grandiose negative declarations. Instead she squinted sympathetically at Presley and said, “That was a pretty awful thing to do.”
Presley lifted one shoulder and let it drop nonchalantly, as if she could brush off the hurt and humiliation of being abandoned at Central Park without another thought.
“It wasn’t like it was a real date,” she said dismissively.
The memory of making her way in her stilettos out of the thicket on the arm of the waiter with no Hobie there to carry her through the wall of bushes flashed through her mind. The embarrassment of riding alone in that ridiculous carriage back to the edge of the park rose
