CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
I hated the look in her eyes and I hated that I could not decipher what exactly it meant. Her expression seemed almost confused yet sad and vulnerable. Was she mad at me for leaving so suddenly? Was she sad that I had to leave? What exactly was going through her mind?
“So, you are leaving tomorrow,” she eventually spoke, tucking her wet hair back.
“Yeah. I have this huge gig and I can’t skip it because its part of promoting my new single,” I explained.
She reached forward, her palms clasping mine,” I’m happy that you are performing but I guess it had skipped my mind just for a while that you and I outside this island, are two totally different people. My life is now going to revolve around the executive producer post and you are going on tours, performanc
