twenty-six
Evie adjusted her cuffs and the hem of her skirt as she settled on the couch in hotel room number thirteen later that afternoon.
Noel’s eyes were boring into the top of her head. She didn’t appreciate her therapist making her feel nervous, especially on today of all days.
“You didn’t tell him,” Noel said. “Did you?”
Taking a deep breath, she wasn’t going to shrink or apologize. “No, I didn’t.”
“You assured me that you would tell Oakley about the importance of this date.”
“And I intended to,” she said. “I was going to tell him, but Taylor just found out about us… It’s not the right time to talk to Oak about this… I’m sure it will be fine… It will be fine.”
It wasn’t Noel’s fault that she felt edgy. She shouldn’t get defensive, especially knowing how wrong it was to let emo
