“You're kidding, right?”
Mira’s laughter echoed through the room, causing Sheila, now dressed in her pyjamas, to scoff. If she had expected a more serious reaction from her cousin, she must have been delusional.
She had just returned home from what was supposed to be a simple negotiation—only for it to turn into agreeing to have dinner with him the day after tomorrow.
She had chosen that date to ensure she got her deal. The moment Allison walked in with the documents, she signed them without hesitation and left immediately.
Not because Arthur’s presence disgusted her—no, that wasn’t it. But because every time she looked into his eyes; she was reminded of that night.
“What part of my story made it sound like I was joking?” Sheila muttered, hugging a pillow to her lap as she shot Mira a
