PAULINE POV
I knew the moment Jessie stepped into the diner again—flanked by Tina and Dina (yes, I know, it sounds like a rejected girl group from the 90s)—that he was up to something.
He had that look on his face. That smug, arrogant, full-of-himself expression like the world owed him applause for simply existing. He always walked in like he owned the place, even though the only thing he owned was a busted ego and a trust fund.
And today? Oh, today he was going to do something stupid.
Something delusional.
As he always did.
If he thought bringing the dynamic duo of brainless giggles and fake lashes was going to make me jealous, he was more than a fool—he was about to make himself look even dumber than usual. And considering his track record, that was a very low bar to trip over.
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