The auction was coming to a close, and Connor was the best MC to ever live. The crowd loved him, the microphone an extension of his arm as he entertained and swooned the crowd. He and Pepper were dynamite up there, raising way more money than ever before.
But I kept staring down at my phone. If I needed a clearer message that Barrett wasn’t interested, it would be the lack of response.
I pushed my chair out as sadness washed over me. I couldn’t be here anymore. I’d done my part and just needed to be alone.
“I’ll see you later, Olivia. I have to get out of here,” I whispered in her ear.
“Wait, where are you going?” she asked, pulling my arm down.
“He doesn’t love me. He doesn’t want me. I need to get out of here.” I pulled away from her before I gave the crowd the satisfaction of spilled tears and another headline.