Rosemary's pov:
"Well, you didn't have to wait for me…," I grumble, looking away from Izzy.
It's hard enough to wake up at the crack of dawn to get ready for a job I am not necessarily excited about, but having to listen to Izzy's scolding about my "recent actions" on top of that crowns my misery.
I guess I can go back to hating Mondays like everyone else now.
"What was I supposed to do?" a little red in the face, she stands with her arms crossed over her chest, "You barely answered my texts!" she huffs.
Her narrowed eyes find my gaze on my reflection as we're stuck in the elevator.
"I told you, everything was alright," I turn towards the elevator buttons to escape her glare.
