Henry Jones walked in with Mary Angel, and I spotted the bracelet on her wrist. “So it was for her,” I thought bitterly.

Mary Angel approached me, beaming. “Lola! I’ve got a gift for you! Come see!”

I took the box, feeling numb. “Thanks,” I muttered, my eyes lingering on the kiss mark on her collarbone.

“Open it!” she urged, her excitement palpable.

“Sure,” I replied, forcing a smile, even as my heart sank. “What is it?”

I stared at the box, trying to ignore the kiss mark on Mary Angel's collarbone. She nudged me playfully. “Open it! I thought it would suit you.”

“Thanks,” I mumbled, starting to unwrap...