Giselle

“That’s what happened, sweetheart,” Nathan murmurs as he leans in to kiss my cheek. “I promise you, by tomorrow, they’ll regret ever messing with you.”

“Tomorrow? Why?”

“It’s nothing you need to worry about. Let’s just enjoy our evening.”

We go back to our desserts. A moment ago it seemed too sweet, but now—now that I know what the Lefebvres have been saying about me again—it tastes bitter and salty, so much so that every bite feels like a ...