Verena 

For a long minute, all I did was stare at my reflection in the mirror.  

“Date men around your age,”

What the heck was that supposed to mean? And, who the fuck was she to even tell me what to do? I could feel the slow rise of anger inside my stomach as instant regret washed over me. 

I should have spun, given her a piece of my mind. Honestly, I didn’t know what to think about her. She gave me mixed signals and left me conflicted. 

That backhanded advice was her way of telling me to leave Daxton? After the reunion tonight, I would make Daxton spill whatever...