CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY FOUR

BRIELLE

“You should tell him, girl.”

Aria’s voice cut through the quiet hum of the café like a slap. She leaned across the small marble table, eyes wide and serious, one perfectly manicured finger pointed directly at me.

I blinked, halfway through lifting my matcha latte to my lips.

“Excuse me?”

“N...

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