I slid into my seat—right between Madison and Antonio like he'd arranged earlier. And right across from me?
Sabrina.
Of course. The universe absolutely loved its little jokes.
I lifted my wine glass. Met her eyes over the rim. Her hands were shaking when she raised hers, pretending not to look at me, pretending not to remember anything.
But her body was snitching on her—fast breathing, that slow blooming flush across her collarbone, the pulse at her throat doing double-time. She looked like a woman trying very hard not to react and failing in 4K resolution.
Emma leaned toward Sarah, whispering at a volume that wasn't whispering at all. "Okay, is it just me or is Mrs. Torres acting super weird?"
"Emma," Sarah hissed, mortified. "Quiet."
"I'm serious! She looks like she saw a ghost. Or like… I don't know. She keeps staring at Peter." Emma tugged at her own dress. "Is it hot in here? I feel like it's hot."
