Celeste
“I should wait for them before I can dress how I want?” I repeated, staring at Jace in disbelief.
He ignored me, focusing on his driving. The silence stretched between us until we reached home. The moment he parked, I bolted from the car.
“Celeste,” his voice followed me as I rushed toward the stairs.
I could hear his footsteps behind me as he called my name again, but I didn’t stop.
“Are you deaf?” he snapped.
I quickly slipped into my room and shut the door behind me, my back pressed against it as my heart raced. Jace pounded on the door, demanding I open it, but I stayed silent. I stripped off my dress and took a long shower, washing away the tension of the night.
When I finally crept out to get something to eat, the hallway was empty. I tiptoed downstairs, not wanting to
