LEILANI’S POV

In typical Timothy fashion, he had brought me to some restaurant. It wasn’t as fancy as I had imagined he would take me, but it was still over the top. My father had probably coached him on the things that I did and didn’t like.

“You look beautiful tonight, Leilani,” Timothy said as the waitress brought us to our seats.

I smiled politely and sat down, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. I had half a*s did my ponytail, so I ...