BELLA'S POV
My face scrunched up in disgust as I peered at the caller's ID.
What does she want? Why is she calling me? I thought irritatingly. And most importantly, how come I still have her contact saved on my phone?
I stared ahead, my gaze lingering on the smiling faces of the people stepping out of the gate. When she wouldn't stop ringing me up, I decided to pick up the damn call.
"What do you want?" I blurted out icily.
"Hello, bestie. It's been a while, don't you think?"
I scoffed, the i***t was speaking like were still friends. Was she even ever my friend? She always claimed that she hated Sydney for my sake, yet all the while she was only ogling the man I wanted.
"What do you want, Sandra?" I gritted out, my hands tightening on the object that I held on to in
