15: Anita.

“What are you doing?!” I snap at Hazel when he slips into the passenger seat of my cruiser.

Where did he even come from? I’d bet my life he has a tracker on me. I suppose it’s fair since I have one on his phone. Some might find it odd, but it’s not like we share a Facebook account or something. Hazel doesn’t have social media, which is good because I would use it to stalk him harder.

“I could be asking you the same question,” he says. “I didn’t call the police, so technically you're trespassing.”

I glare at my fiancé, and he shrugs.

“Are you serious right now?”

“I mean, if we were married, then this resort would be yours too, but at the moment you’re trespassing.”

I roll my eyes. If it was up to him, we'd have been at city hall and married already. Neither my mom nor I are having that. I might not be super girly, but I want a wedding, and more than that, I want Carol to make my wedding dress and Frostie to make the cake. As of right now, Carol is supposed to be taking it easy, so thin