Chapter 32

Anna’s POV

“Ryan…” I called, but then anger just rushed through me like fire in my chest. How dare him? After leaving me on read for three whole days, not even calling, not even explaining a single thing, and now he wanted to suddenly show up and what? Pay for our dresses as if everything was fine?

I turned to the cashier and told her flatly, “I’ll pay. Take my card instead. Don’t take his.”

The poor girl blinked at me, clearly caught between us. I repeated myself, sharper this time. “Take my card.”

But the look Ryan shot her was enough to make her flinch. She nervously muttered, “Sorry,” before she reached out and took his instead, swiping his black card quickly like she was scared of him. I felt my chest twist in frustration, in humiliation. I didn’t even want to stay there another second. I grabbed Sasha’s hand and stormed out of the boutique, pulling her with me, my anger bubbling so violently it was making my skin hot.

“How dare him! How dar