Maybe the way I had bargained with Zane last time disgusted him, because he had not come to see me for the past few days.
My agent, Claire Bennett, texted me.
"Do you have your dress ready?"
Before, Zane had always had people prepare my gowns for me.
But now that things between us had gotten this bad, I could only buy one myself.
I typed back.
Wren: No. I'll buy it myself.
Claire: Did you and Zane have a falling-out?
Wren: Not exactly.
After I sent the message, I was just about to put my phone away when Claire texted me again.
Claire: Wait there. I'm coming right now.
*****
She arrived very quickly.
When she saw my rosy complexion, whatever she had planned to say got stuck in her throat.
Only after I sat down in the passenger seat did she sigh.
"I was worried you might do so
