Sebastian had just opened the door for me. And if it was indeed Cesar, I didn't want him to see me here. I could still remember his exact words: No more Sebastian Monroe. But then, he had also flatly ignored me. And honestly, who the hell did he think he was? Who gave him the right to tell me who I could see, and who I could spend time with?
I quickly got into the car.
Sebastian circled around and slid into the driver's seat. But I noticed something strange—the person seated in what I assumed was Cesar's car hadn't gotten out, and neither of us acknowledged them. Sebastian didn't seem to mind, so I didn't ask. He just started driving.
We were headed to Leana's engagement.
Given everything Leana had told me about the preparations—the vendors, the guest list, the setup—I expected it to be a big affair. So, I was surprised when Sebastian pulled up at Leana's apartment complex.
"Why are we here?" I asked, glancing around. "Are we picking something up?"
