Avery woke up early the next morning, and instead of enjoying the morning calm, the first thing she did, almost instinctively was reach for her phone on the nightstand.
Her heart gave a faint, impatient thud as she opened the message Alana had sent last night. The café address blinked back at her from the screen. She memorized the location carefullly.
Today, she'd make Alana understand exactly where she stood. No compromises. Before she gave Silas her answer about their future, she needed to deal with Alana, once and for all.
She pushed the covers back, the soft rustle of fabric cutting through the quiet room, and got ready with brisk, deliberate movements.
A sleek cream blouse, high-waisted trousers, a touch of gloss, simple but elegant. She wanted to look composed, untouchable.
