Giving My Man To My Fake Best Friend

Summary

After six months of meticulous planning, we finally made it to the airport. But at the gate, Ethan changed the script.

He stood by the boarding area for New York, his brow furrowed as he checked his watch. "I forgot to tell you—Serafina and I talked it over. We think New York is a better vibe for this trip."

He didn't look at me. He just tapped the face of his Rolex. "There’s another flight to JFK in an hour. You have time to book a seat if you hurry."

I stared at him, a sudden, suffocating lump forming in my throat. This trip to Miami was supposed to be our milestone. My dream vacation.