First message
Riley sits at the table while the conversation slowly shifts away from her.
People stop looking at her. Stop reacting to her. Stop revolving around her entirely.
Unacceptable.
With one smooth movement, she knocks a beer bottle onto the tile floor like a cat pushing something off a shelf.
Glass shatters loudly.
Everyone immediately turns toward the noise.
“Oh my God, I’m sooo clumsy,” Riley says in a sweet honeyed voice.
She crouches down slowly to pick up the broken glass, deliberately taking her time.
Her skirt rides slightly higher.
She glances up at Cody through her lashes with a perfectly practiced smile.