Chapter 50 All The Way

• Roxy’s POV
• Catherine Bennette, my overbearing mother, and Rosie, my thorn-in-the-side twin, sat across from me at the breakfast table. Catherine was dressed in her usual prim attire, a pastel blouse neatly tucked into slacks. Her concern showed in the way she nervously folded and unfolded her napkin, her eyes darting toward me every few moments. Rosy, clad in her familiar denim jacket and plain tee, looked like she was bracing herself to play mediator in a battle that hadn’t yet begun—but we both knew it was coming.
• I sat there in a haze, pushing my eggs around on my plate without much enthusiasm, half-present, half-lost, my mind replayed scenes from yesterday—Aaron and I at Club Virgo, his firm grip on my wrist as he led me to his room. The vivid red walls—it takes a certain kind of man to choose that color. A man with fire steaming beneath the surface.