Chapter 20

Most of Emma's mood had gone down the drain. She was about to suggest they head home when she noticed Ethan brushing past her, walking away on his own. She paused, confused, but still followed behind. Right as she got near the car, it sped off in front of her without warning. She stood there, stunned, her heart sinking. Did he really just leave her like that? Bitterness crept up in her chest. For a moment there, she'd actually thought maybe Ethan was softening toward her—but clearly, she'd been kidding herself. Her eyes stung, the rims reddening. "You knew better," she muttered to herself, "so why did you even let yourself hope?" While she stood there trying to figure out how she'd get home, a sleek black Ferrari rolled to a stop in front of her. Michael took off his sunglasses, revealing that annoyingly charming smirk of his. He gave her a small wave, signaling her to hop in. Emma hesitated for a beat, but then got in. Screw it. Ethan was the one who ditched her. Running into Michael