BRIDGET'S HOUSE
Bridget sat cross-legged on her bed, phone in hand, debating her next move. The dim glow of the screen reflected on her face as she hovered over Miguel’s number.
“Do it,” she whispered to herself. With a deep breath, she hit the call button. Her heart skipped as she waited for it to ring. She had already accepted the possibility of being ignored, but she thought there was no harm in trying.
The phone rang once, then twice, before going to voicemail. Her fingers tapped impatiently against the phone. “Come on, Miguel,” she muttered, feeling desperate.
She had wanted to get back into Miguel's life since he returned, transformed into the most attractive version of himself, and, most importantly, took over the company.
But ever since Seth mentioned Miguel's achievements in
