When we got back home, the stylists had already arrived to help us get ready. Tobias had also returned and was trying on his suit.
Seeing me, he grinned and teased, “Looks like someone’s back to being Graciela, the shopaholic.”
“Of course,” I shot back, smirking. “I got my AmEx back.”
Tobias lightly hit me on the head.
I turned to my mom, feigning indignation. “Mom, did you see what he just did?”
She just shook her head with a small smile. She was used to the bickering between Tobias and me, our playful rivalry as constant as ever.
After finishing getting ready, I decided I should say something to Lewis.
Since this banquet would mark the final night I considered him my boyfriend. After that night, we would be strangers.
I called him, but every time I dialed, he rejected the call.
After a while, a message appeared on my screen.
[Lewis: If you haven’t realized your mistake and aren’t genuinely ready to apologize to Katrina, then I don’t think there’s any reason for us to speak.]
I smiled bitterly. If that was how he saw me, I did not care anymore.