Without waiting for my response, Brandon crossed his arms smugly. “I told you your taste in men was terrible.”
“Oh, and yours is any better?” I shot back, rolling my eyes before dragging his past into the conversation. “Who was it again that fell head over heels for a girl just because she did one dance during the high school assembly?
“You were bragging to everyone about that ‘sweet little angel’ of yours,” I mimicked his cocky posture. “And how long did it last? Barely three days before she ditched you!”
5
The next time I saw Charles was at his official family introduction party at the Shaw mansion.
He had been cornered in the garden, with red wine poured over his clothes and cake smeared across his face.
My brows furrowed, and I was about to rush over when Brandon grabbed my arm.
Dressed to the nines and holding a wine glass, Brandon nodded toward the figures watching from the third-floor balcony. “This is their family’s mess. Stay out of it. He’s being targeted on purpose.”
I followed his gaze.