Page 55 of Everything Has Changed
I rear back slightly, brows pinching together at the turn of conversation. That’s when it hits me. She’s threatened. By me.
Rolling my lips between my teeth, I try to keep the laughter from bubbling up, but it’s no use. Camila’s eyes blaze with fury as it falls out of me.
“Are you okay? Like, honestly.” I glance around the dining area, making sure no one was paying attention to us. “What the hell are you on?”
“Don’t act like I don’t know what you are scheming. I see the way you look at him. As if he hung the moon just for you. Get a grip, little Prescott. You’ve always had this weird fascination with him. Even after he stood your sorry ass up at graduation.”
My stomach turns sour at the reminder of what happened years ago between Logan and me, which makes me wonder how much she knows. It was probably a funny little story they shared when they were still together.
She tosses her brunette curls over her shoulder, scoffing at how absurd she seems to think I am. “Anyway, I’m here to pick up some drinks for the guys. Logan is knee-deep learning the ins and outs at Town Hall with his dad. It’s so inspiring to see him take charge. I just wish his mother didn’t sign him up to take on more. You seem just fine on your own. But I get why she wants to hand him an easy win.” She sighs wistfully, looks around quickly, and then turns back to me with a full on judgemental gaze. “Maybe you working for the Spencers will help give you a little… encouragement to do better with your life.”
I doubt I could ever do better in her eyes, whatever that actually means.
The bell over the door rings, and a family comes to stand behind the woman who is making me feel smaller than an ant. I want nothingmore than to get her to move on, so I push away any thoughts of responding and go the route that will get her out of my cafe sooner.
“Whatever you say, Camila. What can I get started for you?”
“The usual for me, of course.”
I turn my back so she can’t see me contort my face in a mocking gesture as she talks.
“A vanilla latte for Mr. Mayor. And,” she thinks for a second while I pull the shots. “Let’s do one of those apple drinks for Logan. My fiance has a sweet tooth.” Her giggle grates on my ears as my mind chants that word over and over.
Fiance?
But something about the way she said it gives me pause. Looking over my shoulder, I glance at her ringless left hand. “Oh, does he know about that new relationship development? Last I heard, you two weren’t even together anymore. Haven’t been for years. What was the reason?” I tap my chin, thinking as I craft the drinks. “That’s right, you cheated on him.”
I know I got her as I watch her natural tan take on a reddish hue. “Well, it’s not official yet. But I bet by the time he takes office, we will be well into planning the wedding.”
I shake my head and quietly finish making the drinks. Setting them on the counter, I ring her up. She taps her card on the reader, her shit-eating grin still sitting on her face. As soon as the screen shows paid, I glance behind her and smile at the family waiting.
“Hi!” I greet brightly. “Welcome to The Willow Whisk. What can I get started for ya?”
The family steps up with the youngest daughter already drooling over the bakery case, tired but happy expressions on their faces. I don’t dare look away from them as the adrenaline from my interaction withCamila begins to plummet. And I’ll be damned if she sees me falter as she makes her way back outside.
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Logan
Logan
You’ve created a monster.
Gwen
Me? What did I do?
That apple-flavored coffee was incredible. I was a little skeptical, but it was like drinking cereal milk.
Don’t judge me if I come in every day requesting one.
I’ll be sure to keep it in stock just for you.
I was talking to my mom, and she handed over some of her contacts that might be interested in donating for the auction. How about I bring it over tonight? We can decide a plan of attack.
As Mom reminded me, we don’t have much time.
AndI feel like I need to apologize for last night.
