I’m mid-sentence, trying to convince myself that another slice of pizza will make me feel better, when the door swings open. And there she is—Presley, standing in the doorway like she owns the place.
The second I see her, my stomach drops. I wasn’t prepared for this. For her.
She smiles, that fake, overly sweet smile she always has, and strides over to our table like she’s been invited. Sadie and I exchange a glance, but neither of us says anything.
“Hey, girls!” Presl