Imela’s POV
I knew what I saw; it was Cecil. I hadn’t seen her in months, but she was at the party.
Oliver didn’t say it; he didn’t have to say it, but it was on his face, in his eyes, and in how he stared at me. He didn’t believe me,...
Imela’s POV
I knew what I saw; it was Cecil. I hadn’t seen her in months, but she was at the party.
Oliver didn’t say it; he didn’t have to say it, but it was on his face, in his eyes, and in how he stared at me. He didn’t believe me,...