Seven minutes later, Josie arrived in her Bugatti. The car screeched to a halt with enough force to almost send sparks flying off the wheels.
As soon as I saw her, my composure crumbled, and tears filled my eyes.
Josie grabbed my hand, hard to hold back her anger as she bellowed, “What did you people do to her? Logan, are you blind? She’s upset, and you’re just standing there?”
Josie was from an absurdly wealthy family. She was bold and domineering with a presence that commanded the room. The moment she stepped in, the entire group fell silent.
Her sharp gaze landed on Leah. “Oh, so it’s you.”
Leah stood up and took my hand, smiling as if we were the best of friends. “We were just playing a game. Why so serious? I’m kind of dense and didn’t realize you’d take it to heart. My bad.”
Josie yanked me behind her and spat, “Who said you could touch her? You’re not dense. You’re just pretending to be dumb.”
