Chapter 55
GEORGIA'S POV
"What exactly do you want me to say to that?" I asked, meeting her gaze.
"I just told you that I'm in love with Nikolaj," Katsha repeated, watching me as if she expected a lightbulb to go off in my head.
"And how does that involve me? Am I supposed to give you a blessing? If you want him to know how you feel, tell him, not me. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going inside. I don't feel well," I snapped. I left her standing by the pool, my irritation boiling over.
I didn't mean to be so abrasive, but I was backed into a corner. 'Trapped' didn't even begin to cover it. The only "safe" way out was to sleep with Jaime again and pretend the child was his, but the mere thought made my skin crawl. I couldn't stoop that low, and I couldn't lie that convincingly. I had to face whatever was coming, and that reality was a constant, throbbing headache.
