My brows pinch together. “I’m not sure I know what you mean.”
She glances over at Geoff and Mikhail. Both of them are busy assuming they are the center of the universe, so they aren’t paying any attention.
Lucy looks back to me and leans in. “It’s probably hard to keep track of your engagements. You’ve had so many.”
I pull back and her expression is neutral, but I feel the venom from her words.
“Oh. I don’t—That wasn’t—” I fumble for something to say, but I don’t know how to recover from this. Or how to explain the last few weeks of my life. Instead, I blow out a breath. “How old are you?”
Her brow arches sharply. “Old enough to know you’re a f*****g idiot.”
I blink at her, stunned. She glances at Geoff. When he looks over, she smiles pleasantly. But the moment he looks away, her gaz
