I stay in my room for the most part of the day, only coming out when it’s time for lunch. Vern left with Rebecca to run some errands and “collect information”. I told her to not give anything away or reveal to her that I knew about the arranged marriage.
I’m currently in my room, sitting at the window seat, staring out at the spot where I had seen Grayson and Isabel get into the car. Where did they even go, I wondered.
From the corner of my eye, I catch a bit of movement passing by the open bedroom door. I quickly get up from where I’m sitting and stumble out into the hall.
“Jensen,” I call out.
Immediately, he stops. His back is to me, but I catch the tense set of his shoulders. Slowly, he turns around.
“Juliette,” he greets.
My eyes wonder down to the book in his hand. “Can we talk
