CHLOE’s POV

The night moved too slowly.

Every tick of the clock felt louder than my heartbeat.

Jake was somewhere downstairs in the study, reading papers he didn’t care about, pretending not to watch me. Tyler had gone out after dinner. He didn’t say where, but I knew.

I knew exactly where he went.

Zoe had texted him.

And he’d gone to meet her.

I couldn’t sit still. The red dress Jake asked me to wear still clung to my skin like heat. My makeup had started to smudge, ...