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Instead of stewing in the quiet, obsessing over why Lana is upset, I eat breakfast and get ready for a day at the Dreamland waterpark.
By the time I am tying the string of my swim trunks, Cami bolts into my room.
“Let’s go!”
I grab my shirt off the bed and follow her out of the room.
Lana is dressed in a white dress that brings out the warm tones in her tan skin, and her wavy hair is pulled back in an intricate braid.
I pause midstep, with my shirt hanging in my hand as I check her out.
“You look beautiful,” I rasp.
Her gaze drops to my body for only a second before she turns away and busies herself with searching for something in her purse.
No response. No acknowledgment. No anything but cold, desolate silence eating away at the calmness I feel in her proximity.
The stomach-churning sensation from earlier returns, accompanied with a sick sense of dread.
Cami grabs my hand with a huge smile. “Ready?”
At least whatever Lana is feeling hasn’t affected Cami, which gives me a little hope. Because if I didn’t do anything to affect my relationship with the little kid, then whatever happened was specific to Lana.
If only I knew what.
Since my phone is kept away in a locker the whole day, I don’t have a chance to check Iris’s messages until we are done with the waterpark. While Lana is busy in the bathroom helping Cami change into a dry pair of clothes, I read the text Iris sent.
Hmm. Everything seemed fine. And no, Declan didn’t speak to her, although I’m sure Alana would have been fine with that.
You don’t remember her seeming off?
Her message comes a lot faster this time.
I’m just getting to know her, so I don’t think so. Why?
I wipe my face with frustration, muffling my groan.
She has barely spoken to me today and locked me out of her room last night.
Did you do something?
No.
At least I don’t believe so. All I’ve done is try to make this week special.
Are you sure?
Yes. She seemed happy before and even during dinner.
Let me think…
I take a seat on a bench and drop my head into my hands while I wait for her reply.
After Alana grabbed the wine bottle out of the fridge, she seemed a little more quiet, but she mentioned having a headache, so I didn’t think too much of it.
She mentioned the same thing to me about the headache, but that wouldn’t explain her attitude today.
Anything off about the kitchen?
