Chapter 145

"What's wrong?" Mr. Hastings Senior fired off a series of questions. "What's with that tone? Do I owe you money or something?" "No." "Alright, alright. I don't have time to argue with you. Bring Serena home for dinner this weekend." The call ended abruptly. Alex hung up but remained standing beside me without a word. Thinking back to what had just happened, I felt my face burn with embarrassment. I wanted nothing more than to find a hole to crawl into. That had been reckless of me. "My dad—" "I know," I cut in hastily as I turned my head away. "Where… Where am I staying?" He nodded toward the stairs. "Second floor." I snatched my bag from his hand. "I'm going to bed now." Upstairs, I walked into the room and was immediately stunned. The layout was identical to the room I had at the Hastings residence—the same two-toned bed curtains, lace-trimmed solid-colored sheets and duvet, white desk, and even the framed photo of me. I ran my fingers over each item as a wave of shock an