(Rosalie's POV)
I couldn't just hope this would fail like the others.
I had to make this relationship fail.
But carefully. Subtly. So Ethan would never know it was me.
I watch Sabrina from across the coffee shop.
She's early. Fifteen minutes early. Sitting at a corner table with her hands wrapped around a latte she hasn't touched yet. She keeps checking her phone. Nervous energy radiating off her in waves.
Good.
Nervous is easy to manipulate.
I take a breath. Put on my warmest smile. The one that makes people trust me. The one I've perfected over years of being Kate's granddaughter and Ethan's sister and never quite being either.
"Sabrina!" I wave as I approach. "I'm so sorry I'm late. Traffic was a nightmare."
I'm not late. I'm exactly on time. But apologizing first puts people
