Larissa's POV
Londyn’s startled statement rang out through the room, above the muted conversation and subtle background piano music. Multiple people turned around and soon we were the center of attention.
They were kind enough to stop staring after a beat but I could tell that from the way their attention would often casually swivel to us that most of them were still interested in our trio. Great.
“I’m sorry, but what the actual f**k is going on here?” She demanded, her voice low but laced with anger and disbelief.
Brayden didn’t miss a beat, his smirk as calm and infuriating as ever. “Nice to see you too, Londyn. Larissa told me a lot about you.”
That was a lie. The only thing I’d told Brayden about Londyn was that she was my younger sister and we didn’t get along. I didn’t want to
