He sensed my frustration but continued, oblivious to how his words stabbed at me. "I’m going to treat you well tonight to make up for yesterday," he said as if that would fix everything. "I’ve pushed aside some work for the day because of that, so you have to attend."
"I don’t—"
"Try to look your best," he cut in again, dismissing my words. "I’ll come pick you up by 7 p.m."
I clenched my jaw, and he smirked—a half smile I didn’t return. He turned to his car, rummaged around, and came back with a small bag. "Here," he said, handing it to me. "A little present for your birthday."
I took the bag hesitantly, opening it to find a scarf—delicate, with soft fabric and intricate designs. It was beautiful, but all I could feel was the weight of his manipulation.
"Please, wear it tonight," he said, his eyes gleaming. "I want all my friends to admire you."
It’s always about him. I bit back a sharp retort. He wanted me to impress his friends, the same ones who barely acknowledged me. I was just another accessory to him.
I sighed, my patience running thin. "I’m sure Tia won’t mind since they already like her, right?"
Skyler’s brows furrowed. "Tia? Why bring her up now?"
"You were with her yesterday—"