Chapter 61.

(Freya's POV)

“You shouldn't have done this, Freya,” I said to myself. I stood in front of the mirror like an idiot with the knee-length black dress I was wearing. With the perfect appearance that I prepared for tonight.

Saturday night when I would go out with Ash. I don't even remember how I said 'yes' after the hundreds of calls and messages Ash sent, the countless times he came to my company just to make sure I was going with him. And I was easily fooled by his suddenly gentle attitude.

I smoothed my loose hair a little, trying to divert my mind from the worries that were increasingly rolling in. Is this the right decision? But before I could sink further into my thoughts, my cell phone rang. Ash's name flashed across the screen, making my heart beat faster.

"Are you ready? I'm already in front of your house," his voice came from the other end, firm but with a soft tone that I had rarely heard before.

I swallowed hard, trying to calm myself. "I'll be right down," I answered, even