MAYA

I walked into the room, looking for Donovan. I found him sitting on the couch, his phone still in his hand. "Who was that on the phone?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.

Donovan looked up at me, a mixture of surprise and annoyance on his face. "It was Erica," he said, his voice neutral.

I raised an eyebrow. "What did she want?" I asked, feeling a sense of unease. Erica and I had a complicated history, to say the least.

Donovan sighed, rubbing his temples. "She's getting married to Davis," he said. "She called to inform us and invite us to the wedding."

I felt a...