Chapter 89

• AMARIS' POV
• A tight knot coiled in my chest as my gaze darted between Theron and Zinnia. She bit her lower lip, feigning modesty while fluttering her lashes at him like she hadn’t rehearsed it a thousand times in a mirror. Theron’s expression turned to stone blank, unreadable as his eyes flicked toward his father, who, not surprisingly, acted like I didn’t even exist. Then he looked back at Zinnia.
• “Well, as you can see,” he said, motioning toward me, “I’m with Ami now. And I’m not planning”