It was the scrunchie she’d used to tie back my messy hair on the terrace at their first ball together. The nostalgia was doing a number on me. Was it affecting her too? It was like being right back there, in our first few days, when everything was new and perfect and supposed to be forever. As I tied back her hair for her, her eyes filled up. We hadn’t been forever after all. I’d f****d it up.
I saw the pain in her eyes and stepped back. "Wear this tonight, with your hair up like that," I said, looking away, my voice raw with emotion.
"Right," she choked out, before she ran for the bedroom.
"Go team." Cassandra sighed.
I turned and left the suite without a word.
That night, as per my instructions, Zoey showed up at The Honey Trap on her own and took a seat at the bar, crossing he
