“Red?” she asked aggressively. “Really?”
Caspian glanced at her but didn’t respond. The wind ruffled my hair, and it felt like it was running its fingers through my curls. I momentarily wished that it was strong enough to blow me away.
I didn’t want to be in this situation.
“So, this is what’s been going on around me back?” she asked. She was on the verge of hysteria, and I feared that nothing would be able to put a lid on this drama. “You and Scarlett?”
“You’re one to talk,” Caspian reported, answering my questions. “Do you have something to confess, Livette? Or do you plan on pointing fingers the whole night?”
Her shock was visible, and she had no place to hide it for a solid half a minute. Finally, she said in a voice a little above a whisper, “I don’t know what you’re talking ab
