LIORAÉ
“So when are you going to tie the knot?” Lora’s question hung in the air like poison.
My hand balled underneath the table, a steady gasp escaping my lips. I pulled an awkward, easy smile and leaned in.
“We are seeing how it goes for now.”
Those words I had heard from Evan for a long time; he had so many variations of them that I hadn't even realised. Whenever I asked him what he was seeing in our future, he'd put his hands on my shoulders and pull a smile too convincing to see how much of a jerk he was.
“Not to worry, Lioraé; let’s see what the future holds.”
Before now, I had thought of it as a pretty normal statement, but now, hearing myself, I knew how manipulative it was. Refusal to take responsibility for my actions, but then this was fake. Why was I spiralling about
