“What does that mean?”
“It means…this suddenly sounds like a moral epiphany that happened very quickly.”
Amelia gasps dramatically. “Oh…my…God.”
“What?” I snap.
“You slept with Victor!”
I nearly choke. “I did not.”
“Did you almost sleep with him?”
“That is not the same question.”
“Harper.”
“No!”
“…Yet?” Amelia adds sweetly.
“I’m going to throw you out of this moving car.”
“Violence is not the response of an innocent person. And let’s face it. You two were practically dry-humping on that dance floor in the photos. But that’s not the real question here…”
I bury my face in my hands. “I’m scared to ask.”
“So the real question is…” She pauses dramatically. “…is Victor Kade worth losing a career-changing opportunity over?”
My stomach flips.
Because the terrifying part is…
I don’t know.
Luckily, our conversation is cut short when the car pulls up to my parents' house—a modest two-story in a neighborhood that's been slowly gentrifying for the past decade. Dad's truck is in the driveway, and I can see Mom's silhouette moving past the kitchen window.
Home.
“And speaking of Captain Attractive, where is Victor today, anyway?” Amelia asks as we get out of the car. “Not a fan of family dinners?”
My eyes roll. “In case you must know, he had an early meeting, and then was scheduled for a tuxedo fitting for his friend Roman's wedding. Roman's getting married in December, and apparently there are, like, six fittings required."
"Six?"
"Rich people are weird."
Margot exchanges a look with Amelia that I don't like.
"What?" I demand.
"Nothing," Margot says innocently. "Just seems like you know a lot about Victor's schedule."
"We live together. I know things."
"Uh-huh."
Before I can defend myself further, Amelia snatches my phone from my coat pocket.
