| 27 | Your Fiancé's Got Secrets

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As big clouds dim the afternoon sky, I check the time on the desktop screen. It's almost six in the evening, and the lobby has become quiet again.

No new cars parking in the lot. No new guests approaching. I can take my 15-minute breather now. “Finally.”

Hidden in my skirt's pocket, my phone buzzes once more on my thigh as I walk out of the lobby. Just another text from Dominico. I'm sure.

Angelo normally doesn't text me at this hour. Dom's text can wait. If it's an emergency, he will call. Same goes for my parents.

“It's nothing urgent. It can wait,” I tell myself as I rub my eyes and my warm temples. Dull throbs indicate a bitching headache later. Maybe because I barely got five hours of sleep.

But it's not Dominico's fault. The guy left before midnight. Neither did he encourage me to overthink my way into another anxiety attack.

It's my fault. I chose to do the things I did last night. Not just the hug I gave him before he left. That was the only wholesome