We went on a few more dates after that and he seemed to like me more and more. Soon enough, Aunt Hannah’s doorstep was flooded with designer gifts and lavish bouquets.
The moment Alison saw him—polished in a sharp suit, leaning against his Cullinan—her entire attitude flipped. That very night, she dumped Owen and called me up, claiming that Soren had always been meant for her.
But I wasn’t about to roll over this time. I met her words with a smile full of barbs.
“Poor, Alison. Are you addicted to stealing my boyfriends?”
She scoffed.
“I let you have Owen because he was trash. But Soren? Soren has standards—and you don’t meet any of them.”
Her mask slipped just for a second, but then she put it right back on, her voice laced with smug confidence.
“Think you’re so great?” she hissed. “Believe it or not, Soren Armitage is going to be mine. And when that day comes, I’ll savor the moment you finally realize you’re nothing but a failure—never able to keep a man.”
Rage boiled up inside me and I slammed my glass down so hard the rim cracked.
I slammed my glass down so hard it cracked.
Aunt Hannah came storming in and when she heard my cousin had finally “come to her senses,” she was thrilled.