~MARCELLA~Stella is staring at us with a slow, wicked and satisfied smile on her lips.And in this moment, I feel like punching her hard in the face and dragging her hair out of her thick, empty skull.She's very lucky that I am not Fiorella, my elder sister, or she would have been hospitalized by now because Fiorella would have made a good mess of her.Lucas and I continue to stare at her without saying anything, and I begin to regret why we didn't have this conversation in my car.“I didn’t mean to interrupt,” Stella says lightly. “But this is getting really interesting.”My jaw tightens.Of course.Of course she would show up now.Lucas’s entire body goes rigid beside me.“Stella,” he says, his tone cold, but she ignores him.Her eyes are on me.“Did he tell you?” she asks sweetly.I don’t respond.I won’t give her that satisfaction.But she doesn’t need it.Because she continues anyway…..“He didn’t come back to me because he wanted to,” she says.She pauses,
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