Of course she'd messaged Zeke while I was busy. Coward move.Fine. Let him come. Better to end it now than track him down later.I looked him over—cold, steady.Years had done their thing. He wasn't the hoodie-wearing kid chasing me around anymore.Now? Six-foot-two, clean-cut, suit sharp enough to slice.His face was sharper now—edges where there used to be softness. But those eyes? Same shape. Just colder. No hint of the way he used to look at me.Jella bolted to him, dramatic as ever, jabbing a finger at the blood on her face. "Zeke, this psycho's claiming my dress. Said she'd strip me! I talked back and she hit me!"I laughed, bone-dry, and turned to him. "Wow. Long time, Zeke. No 'hi' for your fiancée?""Wait, she's Zeke Santoro's fiancée?""No shot. Zeke's single, right? When did he get engaged?"I didn't look their way. I waited.Truth was hanging by a thread.But then he frowned. "Miss, are you okay? Maybe still dreaming or something? I don't have a fiancée."I fro
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