I tried my best to lighten my mood. I was probably overreacting, but I couldn’t pretend I wasn’t a tiny bit hurt. I washed my hands and headed back downstairs. Jakes parents still hadn’t arrived, and it was almost half 6.

“Are you sure they’re coming?”. I asked.

“I told them not to”.

“What, why?”. I frowned.

“Because I’m taking you out to dinner. We’re getting out this house for a few hours”.

“Jake”. I knew he was doing this because I wasn’t asked to go out ...