POV: Jasmine
Three times, I bumped into June. Three times, she acted off—like she was seeing me for the first time. Her smiles were stiff, her responses slower, her eyes holding something that sent a ripple opple of discomfort down my spine.
She wasn't looking like the sweet June I was used to.
Was she actually acting strange?
Or was I overthinking things?
Alaric returned to his room early this morning and hasn't been out since then. I didn't want to bother him right now. He mentioned handling something work-related. Perhaps that's what he was doing right now.
My mum kept calling me nonstop. I had to answer it.
I've been angry at her. This would be the first time she's ever tried calling since I arrived in Maldives. I called twice, but she never answered, and neither did she return my calls.
I let it go to voicemail twice before finally rolling my eyes and answering.
I flopped onto the bed, pressing the phone to my ear.
