Ivy
I knew something was off. First, the gasps. Then, the whispers. Then, her slow, smug walk to the seat beside Kade. Because of course. Where else would she go? The gods must be playing darts with my nerves.
She slid in like she owned the room, eyes fixed on Kade with that smile that just screamed: I’m back, and I’m petty.
“Missed me?”
He didn’t even answer. Stone cold. I swear my heart did a cartwheel of satisfaction. But not too loud, because let’s be real—I still didn’t know what he was thinking half the time. The other half, I was usually imagining slapping him. Or kissing him. Or both.
Miss Lisa clapped her hands once. Just one clap. It echoed like a gunshot. The woman had the energy of a panther and the eyes of a tax auditor.
“Do we have partners or groups for this month?”
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