Summer let out a sigh in dismay and shook her head. When she thought of Danica, her stomach flipped with disgust. She hated her and never wanted to face her, let alone talk about her.
"It's a long story," she said, rolling her eyes.
Landon's worry only intensified. He could tell Summer was depressed and that something had happened with her. He wanted to ask more, to know who had dared to upset her like this, but he held himself back. Pressuring her might sour her mood even more.
"Come," he said gently after a beat. "Let's leave. I'll take you home."
He reached out and took her hand, instinctively guiding her toward the exit. But Summer stopped short, tightening her grip on his wrist.
"No, I can't leave yet. Mr. Woods wants me to join the auction. I need to be there."
Landon frowned, agitated. "The auction? Does he even know your dress is ruined?"
"No," she answered immediately. "I haven't told him yet." She withdrew her hand. "I have to attend this. Please…"
