Jessica’s nose flared the moment her eyes landed on Rosé.
“And who’s this?” she asked Lucas, her tone sharp, her lips twitching as if she already knew she wouldn’t like the answer.
Lucas’s voice was calm but distant. “Oh, this is my date,” he said, his eyes briefly flicking to Rosé.
“Your date?” Jessica repeated, disbelief flashing across her face. “But I thought we were supposed to be dates tonight.”
Rosé rolled her eyes and, without thinking twice, slipped her hand through Lucas’s arm. Lucas stiffened at her bold move, but she held her ground, a faint smirk curling her lips.
“Unfortunately, Miss Jessica,” Rosé said sweetly, “I kind of beat you to it.”
Her voice was polite, but her tone dripped with challenge. Lucas caught himself smirking, she had nerve, he’d give her that.
Jessic
