Livia looks like she is about to dissolve into a puddle of tears. Raylen longs to comfort her, but how is he supposed to do that when he is the source of her anger and sadness, when his very presence just upsets her more?
He really is the rottenest man alive. He, the scumbag apple, does not fall from the wretched tree called Henry Vale.
Delaney, Bianca, Candace, Flora, Georgette, Ianthe, Jenna, Mavis, Penelope, Raen, Sadie, Zaneta, and now Livia…
His talent may as well be making women cry.
"Livia," he begins, "I am truly, truly sorry. I do not know how I can make this up to you."
"That is because you cannot make it up to me!" she snaps. "What makes you think this can be fixed?"
Raylen is not idiotic enough to think the crux of the issue is the eye-watering price tag of the bracelet and its central gemstone.
