Shattered Vows
Lala ordered a pitcher of sangria, and we were halfway through it already.
Before I can even answer Amelia, Dawn lets out a loud, unmistakable ‘pfft’ from across the table.
Jenna’s head turns. “Dawn... what’s going on? You’ve been giving Fiona the furious side-eye since you sat down.”
With a dramatic twist of her face, Dawn speaks after lifting her fork and stabbing a shrimp. I suggest you ask her.” She says, glaring at me. “She’s sitting right there.” Her eyes, a stunning cornflower-blue, narrowed. Honestly, she looks like a furious cartoon dolphin. A cute one, but one that would headbutt you for lying.
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