The moment I spoke, everyone’s face dropped—even Claire’s.
She scoffed, her voice sharp. “Yeah, you’re right. I have to pay more attention. I can’t afford to end up with another jerk.”
Garrison looked pretty pleased with himself after hearing that.
But Claire’s mood flipped in an instant. Maybe the memories hit her all at once. She stood up, grabbed her purse, and said, “That’s enough for today. I need to use the restroom.”
People started to drift away. I was about to follow Claire when she shot a glare in my direction.
“Don’t follow me. I don’t want to see you right now.”
I realized I’d pushed her buttons again, so I stayed behind, finding a quiet corner in the ballroom to wait.
With nothing else to do, I wandered over to the food table. After piling some snacks on my plate, I spotted the bar and decided a drink wouldn’t hurt.
I’d barely picked up a glass when Garrison showed up out of nowhere, hovering too close for comfort.
I tried to walk off, but he blocked me.
“You did that on purpose, didn’t you? Weren’t you the one who said you wouldn’t interfere? So why are you messing everything up?”
I paused, meeting his eyes. “I didn’t get involved. I just gave my boss a heads-up. What’s it got to do with you?”
“Besides, if you and Claire are so in love, so unbreakable, how could a single comment from me ruin everything?”
That hit a nerve. He looked like he was about to explode.
Of course, he knew deep down that Claire didn’t really love him.
His jaw clenched, veins standing out on his neck.
“Why didn’t you just stay dead?” he spat, his voice low and shaking.
“You should’ve stayed gone. Why did you have to come back?”
He was losing it, and I wasn’t about to stick around for more.



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