The dinner was almost over. The girls were enjoying their ice creams. Summer excused herself and headed toward the restroom. But the moment she pushed through the door, she froze.
Danica was standing at the mirror, retouching her lipstick.
Summer's stomach dropped. The last person she wanted to meet with was Danica. But fate had other plans.
Danica's eyes flicked up. A smirk curled her lips. "Oh, Summer," she drawled, her eyes meeting Summer's in the mirror with cold mockery. "Looks like you were having a wonderful evening. You have built a quite happy life here – a boyfriend, two kids. And still, you couldn't stop chasing after Gideon, could you? Always shameless."
Summer wanted to slap the smirk off her face. But she inhaled deeply, forcing her fists to unclench. She reminded herself to stay calm.
Danica was provoking her, looking for a scene. She'd cry, pretend to be the victim, and drag Gideon in. Summer had seen that enough. She had no intention of engaging with her.
