AVA'S POV
“What do you mean by that?” I snapped, returning the harsh glare she was sending my way.
She found us both standing together, yet conveniently decided I was the only one she wanted to question.
Ariana's lips tipped up, and her hands clenched into fists. “How dare you!”
My brows drew together. “What are you even driving at?” I asked, wondering how the conversation had spiraled so quickly.
Looking at her, she seemed ready to get into a fistfight. I had no idea what was triggering her so much.
She glanced at Liam, who was still standing there, frozen, his gaze darting between us. A bitter feeling settled in my chest, annoyance slowly rising to the surface. Him just standing there, watching her talk to me like that, didn't surprise me. It wasn't the first time it had happened.
