Talia's POV:
"Ronan, who is she to you?"
Ariana Vale wore a polite, practiced smile, but I noticed her fingers were clamped so tightly around her bag that they'd gone pale.
Even Ronan's friends stood frozen, completely confused.
"Ronan, have you lost your mind? That's Talia Faulkerson!"
He ignored their questions entirely.
He walked straight over to me, his eyes soft and downcast, his mouth turned down at the corners, looking utterly, heartbreakingly sorry, exactly like the man in my dreams.
"Talia, I know I was wrong. I never should have done anything to hurt you."
It was the very same expression he'd worn in every dream.
"Ronan, what is the meaning of this?!"
Ariana's smile vanished, replaced by sharp anger.
"Fine. Don't you dare come back to me later!"
She turned on her he
