“What do you want?”
Dulcie took her time walking over, setting her clutch on the counter. “I wanted a private moment with my best friend,” she purred. “Just us girls.”
I said nothing.
She sighed, tilting her head. “You look upset.”
“I’m fine.”
She tsked. “Liar.”
She reached into her clutch and pulled out a small velvet box, flipping it open with a flick of her fingers. Inside sat a massive diamond ring, gleaming under the fluorescent light.
“Pretty, isn’t it?” she mused. “Custom-made. Reagan picked it out himself.”
My stomach dropped.
She slipped the ring onto her finger, admiring it. “He has exquisite taste, don’t you think?”
I didn’t answer.
Her smile widened. “Oh, Danica… you poor thing,” she whispered, voice dripping with fake sympathy. “I almost feel bad. Almost.”
I stared at her. “Feel bad for what?”
Dulcie’s eyes gleamed with cruelty. “Did you really think you were the only one?”
The world tilted.
She stepped closer, her voice barely above a whisper. “We’ve been together since a week after your wedding.”
The air was sucked from my lungs.
She smirked. “And before you ask—yes. That was real.”
My blood ran cold.
“What are you talking about?”