When she finally looked up, Leonard was watching her intently, but he didn’t say anything. Just watched her with that same, unreadable expression.
Inside, a jar of bitterness was boiling, but she wasn’t going to let him see that it bothered her. She wasn’t going to act like some jealous, insecure little girl. No. She was better than that.
With a tight smile, she picked up her fork and stabbed the food, wishing it was Anya instead ."I like her," she gritted.
"You should invite her to the house tomorrow. Maybe we can all have tea together.. oh, maybe just the two of you will be just better?"
Leonard’s gripped his phone tighter,eyes darkening. "Emilia—"
"No, really," she continued, chuckling mockingly. "She seems fun. And hey, I could use some fashion tips. Maybe she can teach me how
