Rena’s pov

Raymond sounded like he wanted something urgently and I knew what it was. I took a glance at Jena who is still looking at me with her eyebrow raised, and curious to know what he's asking of me.

“I’m with Jena. Do you need me to do anything for you?” I asked. “I'm coming to pick you up.” He answered. I turned to Jena with a mix of apologetic and regretful looks on my face, and she immediately understood me.

We sat to drink a few glasses of wine before Raymond arrived. I was already feeling so tipsy that I could barely feel my feet on the ground....