- 2.
“He was just being polite,” Ashley chimed in,
<
her voice smooth as silk. “We went to the same
school. It was… well, let’s say it was tough on
him. If it weren’t for his ex, we would’ve been
together a long time ago.” “Of course, Ashley,
you’re a celebrity. No ex can compare to a
star.” The atmosphere lightened up. I pulled my
cap lower, desperate to escape. The fruit knife
slipped, nicking my finger. I hissed, drawing
attention. “What was that? Can’t even cut fruit
properly?” Ashley complained. “I’m so sorry, I’ll
get a fresh platter,” I mumbled, grabbing the
dish and making a dash for it. “Wait,” Ethan’s
voice cut through the air, sharp and clear. “Turn
around.”
