Vincent's green gaze paused for a few seconds on Abby, after murmuring her name with that last name so that only she could hear it, looking her up and down, with her messy hair like mine, the mark of fingers on her cheek, and the obviously torn navy blue lace dress, then he looked at me the same way, furrowing his brow before tilting his head as if secretly accusing me.
Okay, I thought he already knew what happened between us just by looking at us.
-Abby, can we talk alone?- I asked her before someone could distract her, and when I said someone, I meant Vincent, who seemed hesitant to go with her or stay silent scolding us with his eyes.
Abby's gaze finally settled on the others, and her smile was replaced with a look of astonishment as she saw the twins observing her curiously.
-Oh no
