“What’s wrong with him?” My eyes shifted back to her.
She laughed. “The same thing that is wrong with you: Felicity.”
“What does that mean—?”
“He had a moment with her when they danced. He said it was just like they were speaking a higher language. She got every one of his moves and even knew what he wanted to do next. He hasn’t been so excited to dance with anyone in a long time.”
I frowned, trying not to remember how she’d looked in that moment. “Shouldn’t it annoy you that he raved about another woman like that? You’re his wife.”
“Why does it bother you?”
I didn’t answer because I didn’t know.
“I’m not annoyed or jealous because I know his dancing does not equate to his love for me. Besides, afterwards he was so excited, the moment we got home he stripped me down and—”
“Yeah, let’s not share.” I stood up when Violet eyes glimpsed at me.
“Is she coming back?” Her question took me by surprise. “Whatever happened, don’t you think you should apologize? She could be the secret weapon for Darcy Entertainment.”
“I’m the secret weapon for Darcy Entertainment, and I have nothing to apologize for.” I walked out.
I wanted a moment to think, but apparently I had pissed God off somehow and that was too much to ask for.
“So are you going to keep avoiding me?” Violet asked from behind me.
Ignoring her, I kept walking.
“Theo.”
“You got married, Violet—”
“And divorced.”
“Your personal life means nothing to me, so I have nothing to talk to you about. Please do a good job. This gala is important to the company.” Still moving toward the elevator, I didn’t bother sparing her another look.
Violet Montgomery hadn’t been my problem in two years, and I intended to keep it that way.
Apparently I have the worst taste in women.
Felicity
Day 5
3:11 p.m.
It had been five days since I had seen Theo, and I hadn’t thought of him at all. I was totally over it. Moving on with my life.
That was a lie.
“Excuse me. Excuse me!”
I turned around to a find a teenage girl with blonde hair, the ends dyed pink, holding up an empty Chipotle bowl filled with napkins and other trash.
God, I hated my job at this damn high school.
“Can you throw this away for me?” She held it away from her like it was going to bite her. I stared at the trash in her hands and then the trashcan that was no more than three inches away from either of us.
Really, bitch?