Didn't Go As Planned

[Diego’s POV]

I watch Rosalie as she disappears in the same direction that Annemarie went, wondering if this was the smartest of ideas. Although Annemarie and Bernard didn’t seem to find Rosalie to be much of a threat to whatever the fuck was going on between them, I knew if my sister was aware I was around, things would be different.

“Fuck,” I growl, running a hand through my hair. “What is this woman planning?”

Sighing, I get up and head in the direction of the bathrooms. When I reach, I extend my senses, finding that both Rosalie and Annemarie are, in fact, in the ladies room.

Wondering what the hell I was even doing when I already had a perfect plan in place, I lean against the wall and wait until I hear a commotion from the bathroom, and when Rosalie appears, I move, grabbing her and steadying her as she does a beautiful job of pretending to be sick.

“Oh,” she gasps, clinging to me. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

As she speaks, Annemarie emerges from the restroom looking frantic, and