Thinking Amelia was finally cracking under the pressure, Sabrina Johnson sneered quietly to herself.
Oh Damien, you’re gonna be so disappointed in a minute.
Damien’s face was taut, posture straight and imposing as he stood beside Amelia—it was like a prince standing guard over his princess.
He hadn’t planned on stepping in at first. He knew what Amelia was doing and guessed what she would do next. But when he saw her crying like that, he just couldn’t pretend not to care.
Like hell he’d stand by and watch the girl he liked cry.
Even if those tears weren’t real.
“Well, if Sabrina’s right, then what are you waiting for? Say sorry already!” Chloe Hughes sat there like she just won the lottery, gloating.
Zoey Mitchell had a flicker of smugness in her eyes. Amelia Johnson
