Irene’s POV
I quickly looked at my snapchat. And there it was. I had accidently sent my snaps to both Stacy and Ben, with captions praising Venice. Ben and I had started a streak just a while ago. Before, I was only keeping it with Stacy at her constant insisting, saying she had no one to send a streak to.
Like I had?
He sent a question when I didn’t reply after seeing the message.
“Yes,” I replied.
“Really? With your boyfriend?” he asked.
My mind was working fast. To explain a reason. To make up a statement, that will make it look real. It was not a secret that I was broke. At least everyone knew that I wasn’t able to afford a trip to Italy. I had to lie to him again. He was my friend, who was covering me just to save me from another humiliation. I was feeling so bad about lyin
