The next morning, I stayed in my room for as long as I could. I was what Vincent would call a chicken now, but I could not help it. How was I supposed to face Kane, probably have breakfast with him, talk with him after what had happened between us last night?
I groaned, putting my head between my palms. I had been pacing anxiously almost all morning. My feet had worn a vertical path through the soft carpet in the center of the room. I forced myself to stop and think. Staying here locked up forever was not possible. Even if I wanted to, my mum would see to it that I interacted with Kane. She would probably force me to another picnic, dinner date, or something of that sort.
It was best that I met Kane on my own grounds. I dressed hurriedly, already late for breakfast, and hurried downstai
