VERA'S POV.
Melody’s cheeks flushed crimson, and she waved me off with a nervous laugh. “I don't know what you're talking about, Luna. There’s nothing to spill.”
“Oh, come on,” I teased, leaning forward on the stool as I wiggled my eyebrows at her. “I may have been out cold last night, but I’m not blind, Melody. Neither was I born last night. You’ve got it bad for him, don’t you? Oh, yes you do. You totally like him."
Her lips pursed, and she busied herself with stirring the pot on the stove. “It’s not like that,” she mumbled, her voice barely audible.
I tilted my head, giving her a skeptical look. “Melody, you just turned the soup into a tornado with that spoon. If you don’t want to talk about it, it's perfectly fine. But could you please not insult my intelligence? I'm not that dumb
