“No buts. I’m going to tell her I’m busy with school assignments and can’t do it.”
My shoulders sag. “You said your biggest dream is to have your own fashion label one day.”
“A dream. That’s all it is.” She stands up and starts gathering the dirty plates, effectively shutting down the discussion on this subject. “How are your courses going? You skipped lunch on Sunday.”
“The courses are fine. And I’ve been putting in more hours at the vet clinic, so I couldn’t make it.”
“You haven’t seen that man again, have you?”
I flinch, and a piece of pizza crust gets lodged in my throat. “Man?” I cough. “What man?”
Zara’s hand stills halfway to the empty pizza box. Her eyes snap to mine, and it feels like her pointed gaze is drilling holes into my skull. “Nera!”
I cringe. Zara could always see
