Lola’s POV
That couldn't be jealousy spread across his face. His brows almost met his forehead when I mentioned getting myself a boyfriend, and the fact was that I meant what I said.
How long was I going to keep lingering on him—the man who wouldn't accept his feelings for me? If he felt nothing for me, then he wasn't supposed to wear that expression because of the comment I made.
Still, seeing those looks stirred something in me; more like a certainty of what I couldn't even predict.
I licked my lips, wanting to say something to him when Melanie showed up suddenly between us.
Her eyes met mine, and she wore that sinister smile, her arm resting on Vincent's shoulder, “It would be great to see you have fun with a man there.”
My heart leapt to my throat. How much did she hear?
“Anisto
