Dafne White's POV
Nerves, that’s what I feel. Dinner with his family and friends. What comforts me is that it only has to be a disaster, so it doesn’t justify the nerves I’m feeling.
Maybe it’s just because it’s unbearable to be near him in every sense.
It’ll be tonight, and I can take Grace. Great, just great.
I call my friend, she hasn’t answered my messages all night.
I finish getting dressed for work while I wait for her to answer.
Why is she taking so long to answer?
I tie my hair into a ponytail, and just as I do, Grace picks up.
“Finally! Are you still asleep? I thought it was early, Logan hasn’t left yet.”
“Girl, I can barely open my eyes. I overslept, and now I’m getting dressed at the speed of light because I don’t want to be late and have your ogre of a husband yell at
