Isabella.
The thing about lying to your best friend? It never sits right. But sometimes, a white lie is better than the ugly truth.
Dera was already hurting. The last thing she needed was to find out that I, of all people, was reluctantly playing host to Louis, the very man who had just wrecked her world. So, I told her a white lie.
I did have company, that part was true. But implying that he was some random hookup? That was the lie. I was snapped out of my thoughts by Dera shaking me.
“So, who is this guy? Is it serious?”
I let out a laugh, shaking my head.
“Oh, please. He’s hot, I’ll give him that, but it’s nothing like that. Just a… temporary situation.”
“Temporary, huh? You’re always saying that.” She said.
“Men are problems anyway.” I rolled my eyes.
She nodded, but I
