Chapter 28

So it was Margaret and Lydia who set her up—figures.

"Get lost!" Clarice snapped, her voice cold and sharp.

"Aww, scream all you want, dear cousin," Oliver scoffed, arms folded with a smug grin. "The louder the better. I'll just say it was you throwing yourself at him like some desperate flirt."

Ugh...

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