“Not really.”
Liar.
“I’ve heard,” I said airily, pretending like I didn’t care, like I hadn’t practiced that sentence in the mirror. “That she’s been sulking around and whispering with Zane. She really can’t keep to one man, can she?”
Callum didn’t respond. Just pressed his lips together like he was holding in something that tasted bitter.
I leaned back, eyes drifting to the mirror across from us.
My hair curled perfectly today, soft waves pinned with gold clips like little crowns running down my part. My outfit hugged every curve just right, and my makeup? Flawless. Not a single eyelash dared step out of line.
So why wouldn’t he look at me?
Like I was the one trying too hard. Like I was the one being ridiculous for wanting to be seen.
“You know,” I said, forcing a laugh, “we used
