Trishal’s POV
"You smell different today?" Neymar said as I sat down and picked up a sandwich.
"How?" I asked, biting into the sandwich.
"It smells nice, so nothing to worry about."
She smiled and then frowned. I watched the emotions change on her face.
"You didn't come as promised yesterday, nor did you pick up your calls."
"Sorry," I apologized, feeling guilty for keeping them waiting. "Something came up that needed urgent attention," I lied, not looking directly at her, so she wouldn't see the truth in my eyes.
I had actually decided to go to my newfound hideout to vent my anger at the willow tree. This time, though, I didn’t find any comfort, so I went back home around there to rest.
"Don't I also deserve an apology?" Idris breezed in and sat between Neymar and me.
"She alread
