The air between us goes still, Bella’s eyes widening as she looks to me for a reaction. I hadn’t really gotten around to telling her about that. I’ve been dealing with a lot, and since I regret doing it, it’s not exactly something I want to talk about. I feel heat rise to my face, but I say nothing, my mind whirling. Did Alessandro tell her that? If he did, why on earth would he? Also, the way she asked if I kissed him makes it clear the story was framed to make me look like I made the first move.
Mia scoffs, clearly unimpressed. “I overheard your little fight with him. Don’t even think of denying it.”
“I wasn’t,” I say with a shrug, not feeling like I owe her an explanation. I mean, I don’t even understand why she seems so bothered by it.
“And why does it matter to you, Mia?” Bella jum
