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“I brought wine,” I said, lifting the paper bag slightly as I stepped inside. My eyes instinctively scanned the room, searching for a familiar little face.
“She went out to meet a friend,” Amara said, catching the direction of my gaze.
I raised a brow, catching the hint of a smirk tugging at her lips. She clearly thought I was asking about Soya. The assumption almost made me laugh. If I’m being honest, Soya has never been my favorite person. Still, I’d never tell Amara who to be friends with—it’s not my place.
“I wasn’t looking for Soya,” I clarified, walking past her toward the dining area and taking a seat. “I was looking for Ashley.”
A flush crept up her cheeks, softening her expression with a touch of embarrassment. “Oh… sorry for assuming.”
Her reaction made me smile.
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