"You look like you’re about to open a box of grenades," Pippa says.

She leans her hip against the packing table and stares at the black box like it’s a ticking bomb.

"Should I vacate the room? I still have a pool party coming up next week and I’m really not ready to die inside this skincare factory."

I don't even know what to tell her. My brain is a total mess.

I heave out a long, shaky sigh to try and calm my nerves, but it’s fucking useless. My heart is beating so hard I think it might actually bruise my chest.

Part of me wants to snatch the...