GABRIELLE’S POV
They didn’t stop walking until the music dulled and the laughter became distant, swallowed by a narrow corridor lined with framed photos of people.
We entered a well-lit room and Cassie released my arm first.
Naomi didn’t.
“Do you have any idea how bad that made you look?” Naomi hissed, finally letting go. “Refusing to apologize in the middle of a family event?”
Cassie crossed her arms. “Why would you even hurt Lila? She’s a sweet little girl.”
I sighed, tired of using the same line in one night. “I didn’t hurt her, she fell on her own. How many times do I have to say it before anyone believes me?”
They exchanged glances.
“That’s not what Anya said,” Naomi said.
Cassie shifted on her feet, folding her arms across her chest. “And that’s not Lila said either.”
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