Chapter 8

THE NIGHT was overall horrifying. The silence after our banter lasted. There was little conversation because the more we talked, the more irritated I became with him.

As we left the hotel, Damon held my waist, guiding me. I let him, putting on a show for the audience, especially as we caught the attention of several people watching us leave.

"So, our schedule for tomorrow includes the fitting?" he asked.

"Yeah," I replied, sounding bored.

We were already in the car, heading home. He glanced at me while driving through traffic, while I stared straight ahead.

"And the dessert tasting," I added, remembering the details from my schedule.

"I'll drop by your house after work. For the dessert tasting, just do it yourself. I’m not into sweets, and I have a meeting in the afternoon. I'll visit in the evening," he said.

I rolled my eyes at him, feeling irritated again. He focused on the road, unaware that I was glaring at him.

I've never been married, but I always thought these things were done