MELISSA’S POV

I was just about to enter the cab when I heard someone call my name.

“Mellisa.”

I froze, my hand on the door handle, and turned around slowly. Of all the people I expected to see, Katrina wasn’t one of them. I thought she would be inside with Xavier by now, maybe even smiling as they prepared to take him home. But here she was, standing right behind me in her perfectly ironed blouse, her hair styled flawlessly, her lips painted with that deep red shade she always ...