Chapter 30

"Imogen, the party is tonight." Hames reminded me, like I didn't know that already. I guess we were sticking to Imogen and no longer 'Miss Mark' now.

I stopped myself from glaring at him but I ensured my face didn't read any friendly expression.

"Aren't you excited for it?"

"What's so exciting about the stupid party?" I scoffed.

He rolled his eyes, walked up to me on the couch and sat beside me. That was definitely not an action that was comfortable for me.

"Go to my room, there's a box on the bed. It's for you." He said indifferently, took the remote control from the table to turn on the television.

I wanted to ask questions about what it was but sitting beside him was so discomforting so I instead rose to my feet and sauntered to his room.

What could he have gotten me? If I was so curious, I had to check it. Duh, what else was I going to do? Not check?

The door wasn't locked so I strolled in and to the bed. There was a big box on the