Lina stared out the airplane window, the clouds below her thick and indifferent. She’d been silent since takeoff, her wine untouched, her pride bruised beyond recognition. Gabby. Of all people. Gabby had turned on her.
She replayed the moment again—Gabby standing, voice steady, eyes sharp. The meatball. The laughter. The exile.
It wasn’t just betrayal. It was humiliation.
She’d spent years orbiting Luca, convincing herself she was the gravitational pull. That GreenLee was just a phase. A distraction. A girl with a mouth too big and a past too loud. But tonight, GreenLee hadn’t just taken Lina’s seat—she’d taken the whole damn table.
And Luca? He hadn’t even looked back.
Lina clenched her jaw, fingers tightening around the armrest. She was losing her place. The one she’d never truly ha
