It was only when she got out of the pool that I remembered we were still in it.
In annoyance, I got out, hating how my cloth hugged my body, especially with how my hair glued to my face.
But that was not the most of my concern at the moment.
“What do you mean?” I demanded, tone more stern than intended.
The dumb girl sniffed in, heading to a chair where she lowered herself to.
“Why are you doing this to me Alix? Why do you want to steal Triston from me?”
Since it seemed like she was heading to a long and probably boring story, I decided to go take the seat beside her.
“What on earth are you saying?”
“I've loved Triston my whole life, even more than I've loved myself,” she started, sniffing in again.
Did she forget who led to their breakup?
“We were friends for a while before we b
