Kayla
The next morning, I found Nicholas in the kitchen bright and early, stirring cream into a cup of coffee. He turned when I entered, and his face was as calm and collected as ever, utterly ignorant of the butterflies in my stomach.
He’d said that there was going to be a party this weekend, conveniently the day before my birthday. Did that mean…?
I held my phone up, displaying the text he’d just sent me. “We’re meeting the wedding planner at nine? I just saw her yesterday.”
He shrugged and took a sip of his coffee. “The engagement party is this weekend,” he replied matter-of-factly.
My face paled a little. I thought the party was for my birthday, but I had thought wrong. It was an engagement party. A fake one.
“Right,” I said slowly, pocketing my phone. “I saw th
