#Chapter 316: What Is Most Fair For Chloe

My sour mood lingers into the next morning, when I wake up alone. The bed is cold beside me; Archer is long gone. Things only get worse when I head down to breakfast. Beau stood ready, I swear, just inside the door, ready to jump me, because the moment I stepped through, he’s all over me, asking me more about my birthday party. “What food do you want?” he asks. “What color balloons? And we still need to decide on the guest list. I don’t think we invited enough people with our last selection.” “I don’t know,” I say to each question. Beau gets more and more frustrated with me. “Your birthday is coming closer, Chloe. We need to be ready or it will be a disaster.” “You think I don’t know that?” I snap louder than I mean to. I’m not mad at Beau for being so thoughtful about this. I know he’s just trying to be considerate. He doesn’t deserve my anger. “Sorry,” I say at once. “Who stepped on your tail this morning?” Beau asks. “To get you in that mood? Archer not fully satisfy you