Next to the florist was the furniture store where I ordered a walnut dining set. I walked straight in and spotted my order, now finally completed.
I was about to pay when a shrill, effeminate voice rang behind me.
“Cassandra? Weren’t you supposed to help me pick out a crystal chandelier today?”
Him again.
When Daniel spotted me, he made a show of covering his mouth. “Oh, Nathan? My bad, didn’t see you standing there.”
He glanced around theatrically and amusedly commented, “Oh, wow, you two are here shopping too? This place has the most gorgeous chandeliers, perfect for a big loft! Cassandra even said last time she wanted to put one in my new place!”
My fingers curled one by one into a fist.
So she had already planned his “new home,” while I was still standing guard over a hollow shell she had sold off, still waiting for some kind of explanation.
Daniel picked up a brochure and waved it in my face. “Here, Nathan, look at this one. Flown in from Italy. Imagine it in the entryway. Wouldn’t it look amazing?”
I waved him off, pushing the brochure back. “No thanks. I’ve already made my choice. You two take your time.”