Celeste’s POV
“Maya, please don’t start.”
“Oh, I’m already starting,” she said, smirking as she leaned on the kitchen counter. “You’ve been staring at that toast for ten minutes and haven’t tasted it.
I gave her a side look. “Do you ever stop being dramatic?”
“Nope, not when it comes to you.” She grinned and slid into the chair across from me. “So? What happened yesterday?”
She leaned closer, whispering. “Does this have anything to do with your very rich, cold, attractive boss?”
I froze, halfway sipping my tea. “Maya!”
“Oh, don’t even try to lie. You look guilty.” She grinned, all excited. “What happened? Did he yell at you? Fire you? Kiss you?”
“Maya!” I hissed. “Lower your voice!”
She laughed so hard her spoon clattered against the table. “Oh my gosh, you’re blushing, obviously.
