The picture was finally becoming clear.
No...
It had been clear all along. I had simply been too late to see it.
Poppy hadn't reacted to my kiss with Knox.
She had anticipated it.
The moment I kissed Knox in front of the entire rink, she had already started writing the story everyone was believing today. Every step I'd taken afterward had only strengthened her version of events. She hadn't been improvisingm she had prepared for this.
God...
She knew me.
She knew I wouldn't stay quiet forever.
She knew I would retaliate.
And somehow, she'd already turned my retaliation into proof of her innocence.
Nobody knew the real reason Knox and I had gotten involved. Nobody knew about the deal, the envelope, the blackmail, or the truth behind everything that had happened. All they knew was
