Alice’s POV
So now it’s my turn—my moment in front of this panel of judges. Except it’s not a courtroom, it’s just Jane and Leah, sitting cross-legged on the rug with expectant eyes, ready to dissect my emotions like a science project.
I tried to keep my face neutral, natural… but inside, I was screaming to run.
“Nothing,” I said quickly.
Jane raised a brow. “It didn’t look like nothing when I saw his hand on your waist.”
Leah leaned in, lips twitching in amusement. “Do you like him?”
Do I like him?
I shouldn't.
I don't want to.
But sometimes, my feelings don’t exactly ask for permission.
“I don’t know,” I finally admitted. “Sometimes I feel like I don’t… and then other times, I really think I do.”
“So what about now?” Jane asked softly.
I chewed the inside of my cheek. “I’m no
