Samuel’s POV

Tiff isn’t answering my calls, and she’s not responding to my texts. What the fuck did I do wrong? I don’t understand. The other night was basically the best night of my life. I know that it was hers, too, but here I am about to arrive at Carrington’s mansion for the rehearsal and dinner with no word from her. Perhaps I can speak with her alone when I get there.

I pull up to the front of the mansion, and Carrington has valet parking. Of course, he does — nothing but ...