Davina's POV
Caroline's gaze swept over me from head to toe, shock and bewilderment written across her features. "You're actually wearing his shirt?"
"I... I didn't mean to—" The words tumbled out in a stammer, my mind blank on what could possibly be said in a moment like this.
A harsh laugh escaped Caroline's lips. "The nerve. What the hell are you even doing here!"
"I uh—"
Her hand flew across my cheek before I could finish, the sharp slap sending a jolt of pain through my face. Tears sprang to my eyes as I pressed my palm against the stinging skin.
"Don't you dare speak while I'm talking, Hughes."
Caroline fixed me with a glare, shaking her head in disgust.
"Is this some kind of game I wasn't told about?" The words seemed directed more at herself as her eyes raked over me again. My stomach dropped. Game?
Irvin stepped out of the room just then, phone still clutched in his hand. His eyes went wide as he absorbed the scene.
"Davina?" he said, worry creasing his features.
