Part 3Ruin Her Face
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First, Maya dragged me to the cemetery.
She pointed to a pristine gravestone with my name on it. “He’s a real piece of work, this one,” she said, trying not to laugh. “He says he hates your guts, but he’s been here every year on your ‘anniversary,’ regular as clockwork.”
She rolled her eyes. “And then he spends the other 364 days parading around with Claire Vanderbilt. Word is they’re engaged. Don't worry, I’ll crash the wedding and get you some cake.”
I didn't say anything. I just stared at the bouquet of fresh hyacinths at the base of the stone.
They used to be my favorite.
This whole charade. The only person we’d fooled was him.
What did he think, when he heard I’d died?
I shook my head. He has a new life. A fiancée. Claire Vanderbilt. She’s probably perfect.
“You’ve been out of the game for five years,” Maya said, pulling me into a cab. “Tonight, I’m finding you some high-quality eye candy.”
I started to object.
“Relax,” she said, seeing my face. “It’s just drinks. I'm not stupid enough to fall for that 'true love' crap anymore.”