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With that, Isabella leans over the table and says, “How long were the two of you together?”

Roman’s eyes widen. “You dated her?”

“Oh, it gets better,” Dani says, sticking a forkful of cake into her mouth. I’m half-tempted to reach over and cover her mouth with my hand like we used to do as kids when tattling on each other. She finally swallows and says, “They were engaged.”

Isabella nods, as if that doesn’t surprise her. “What happened?”

I open my mouth to give a simple explanation, but Dani barrels on like the snowplows through the streets of Boston with only a few inches of snow.

“He ruined it. Broke it off and then left town for Chicago.”

“I didn’t mean to—I mean, it’s a lot more complicated than that, but yes, I did screw up royally.”

Isabella stands, giving a small nod to Roman, who then stands as well.

“Well then, you’ve been given a second chance. We believe in those, right, dear?” she says, giving Roman a small smile.

He grins and nods. “Oh, how we do.”

Isabella takes a few steps around the table, her eyes locked with mine. “Make the most of it, Landon. She seems like an amazing woman, and I doubt you’ll get another chance.”

The two of them leave arm in arm. With the rest of the eyes around the table staring at me, I stand.

I need air.

My world is spinning out of my control and if I don’t put some order to it soon, I might dig myself a deeper grave.

CHAPTER10

Rachelle

“Tiffany, are you all right?” I say, knocking softly on the bathroom door.

“I’ll live. How was dinner?” she says, cracking the door. Mascara trails down her cheeks and everything else is puffy.

Too many thoughts race through my mind. “Let’s talk about you first. Did you catch a bug or something?”

She shakes her head. “I’m not sure. I was fine until I smelled that garlic. I just hope I won’t have an aversion to it now.” With a flush of the toilet, she stands up and hobbles out of the bathroom, dropping onto the bed with a thump.

“That would be rough. I had that happen with Pop-Tarts a while back. I can’t even look at them anymore.”

Tiffany laughs. “Sadly, that’s how Drew and I both look at those easy meals from a box. I might’ve made a few too many since we got married.”

I kick off my heels and lay back on the bed, staring at the white ceiling above.

“How was dinner? I take it you survived,” Tiffany says, her pale white face trying to muster a smile.

Blowing out a breath, I try to figure out how to respond to that. Where do I start with all that happened?

“Landon was at dinner.”

Tiffany’s head snaps in my direction despite being sick. “Landon. Your ex, Landon. He’s here on the ship?”

I nod, focusing on the ceiling again. “Yes, but don’t get too excited. There is another woman falling all over him. I should’ve known he would already have someone. What a tool.”

“The jerk. What did he do?”

“She was practically laying on him. She reminded me of a cat. I can picture her rubbing her face on his arm and purring.”