*
"Where do you think you're going?"
Bella stopped dead in her tracks, her face flushed and her cheeks turning red slowly. She didn't want to turn around, afraid of what Sandra would say if she saw her.
But then again, it was already pretty obvious what she had been up to. Her hair was all over the place, her shoes were in her hands, and her shirt was so wrinkled that it looked like she had wrestled it from a dog's mouth.
Even a blind man could tell exactly what she had been doing with Aiden.
She turned around slowly, to the scathing gaze of Aiden's mother and the knowing smirk of her best friend standing behind the older woman. She wanted the earth to open up and swallow her whole, and she couldn't remember a time when she had been as embarrassed as she was right now.
"Well, wel
