When Rose reached our table, she stopped, tilting her head as she gave me a slow, condescending once-over. “Well, well,” she drawled, her voice dripping with faux sweetness. “If it isn’t Amber. And… Vic, right?”
“Victoria for you,” my best friend snapped, her tone razor-sharp.
Rose’s smile didn’t falter. “Of course. How silly of me.”
My hands curled into fists under the table as I forced a neutral expression. “What do you want, Rose?”
She let out a fake laugh, resting a manicured hand on her hip. “Oh, nothing much. Just thought I’d stop by and say hello. It’s been a while since we’ve… caught up.”
“That’s because I’ve been busy not caring about you,” I shot back.
Vic stifled a laugh, and for the briefest moment, Rose’s mask slipped. Her smirk faltered, replaced by a flicke
