Phoebe’s POV
Tiara stood there carrying a tray of freshly baked snacks. The moment I saw her, I felt a wave of anger rush through me. She was the last person I wanted to see right now.
How much had she heard?
Luke and I had been talking, and she chose this moment to walk in?
I sat up straighter and glared at her.
“Why are you here?” My voice was sharp, cutting through the room. “Why do you bring your stupid self here when I’m talking to my betrothed?”
Tiara hesitated for a moment, gripping the tray tighter. “I’m sorry,” she said quietly. “I was only bringing the snacks.”
I let out a bitter laugh. “Oh? That’s all?” I folded my arms. “Or did you come here to eavesdrop?”
Her head lowered slightly, her face unreadable. “I didn’t hear anything,” she said.
Liar.
I wasn’t stupid. I kne
