Page 73 of Payback
My lips thin. “I don’t remember it like that.”
“Of course you don’t,” she scoffs. “You were too busy being butthurt that Daddy was giving me more attention.”
“I didn’t care that he helped you!” I retort, my anger spiking. “I felt sorry for you.”
“And there it is,” Rosalie huffs knowingly. “That is what I’ve spent most of my teens and twenties trying to overcome. I don’t want your pity. I just want to be better than you for one fucking day. I deserve one day where I’m the perfect daughter with the perfect fiancé and the perfect father walking me down the perfect aisle. And I won’t let you ruin that day for me.”
I clear my throat, schooling myself to sound stronger than I feel. “So if I come to the wedding, you’ll delete the video?”
“Of course!” she peels in a high-pitched, fake voice that I want to rip right out of my phone.
I exhale heavily, knowing that I have no choice, regardless of how painful the wedding will be. It’s not only my reputation on the line. It’s Roan’s.
“Fine,” I mumble and cover my eyes in horror. “I’ll come to your wedding.”
“Great!” she replies. “Text me your address, and I’ll pop an invitation in the mail. Nice catching up!”
We hang up and I press my head to my desk, hating the fact that my fucking payback plan is now paying me back.
