Ava’s POV
I stood there, staring at them, still waiting for someone to crack. But the triplets just kept looking at me like I had grown two heads.
“None of us sent you anything,” Steve said first, folding his arms across his chest. His voice was firm, but there was something sharp in his eyes, like he didn’t like the topic at all.
“Exactly,” Zayne added, shaking his head, “why would we be sending you love letters and flowers? Are you hearing yourself?”
Irish didn’t say much, but his lips twitched like he was holding back a frown.
I blinked at them, watching their faces one by one. There wasn’t a single flicker of guilt or amusement, no little smile, no playful tease. Nothing. Just blank denial.
“Wait here,” I said, backing away. “Let me show you something.”
I rushed back to class,
