Scarlett POV
My phone lit up again while I was wiping off the last of my makeup.
Jimmy Whitetree’s second message popped up, all polite and s**t:
“Ravencroft, my parents and Regina talked this afternoon. They set us up for dinner tomorrow at Michel’s, 7 p.m. You free?”
I stared at the screen for a solid two seconds.
The cotton pad nearly slipped from my fingers.
I only added the guy because it was the easy way out in that awkward group setting.
Now he was treating it like an actual date?
And he sounded into it?
What the hell had Regina cooked up behind my back this time?
I flipped the phone face down on the counter.
Let him wait.
I finished, grabbed my stuff, and headed out.
The elevator doors were already open when I got there, except Gary Hirsch was already inside.
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