(Ava's POV)
I took the dessert to Rachel, who was on the phone with someone else, and who it was, I didn't need to know.
I just watched her from the sidelines as she chatted very happily as if she had forgotten about my existence, for which I had no feeling whatsoever.
It is sad because of being left out. Such thoughts have become childish. I got used to this situation long ago.
After Rachel finished her phone call, she very naturally took that dessert over, and then she looked at me with a somewhat distressed expression.
"To be honest, Ava, I really didn't want to attend those parties, but the other party seemed to have a very strong attitude, and I simply couldn't refuse."
I knew that she was waiting for me to say something to her.
But I knew that no matter what I said, I would ge
