AYLA
I didn't take his calls. No, I didn't have to. I owed Cassian Moretti nothing.
And damn as hell, I was keeping every damn gift.
I wouldn't wear them. I would keep them, enough to look at them and ignore them the way I was going to ignore the gifter.
Gia sat, ankles crossed, one glass of wine in hand as she listened to Millie hand out details for our girls' weekend together.
"Pumpkin, planning to bring anyone when coming?" Millie asked, that mischievous hint in her voice.
I choked on the wine in my mouth.
I hadn't told them about Cassian's betrayal.
There was no need to make an utter fool of myself.
I'd allowed him to play me twice.
There was no need to run to Millie and Gia like I was some tattling fourteen-year-old.
I could handle it.
In fact, I'd done just that through a simple text and then blocked his number.
I didn't want to talk about it. I wasn't going to talk about it.
Gia pushed a glass of water into my hand. "Christ, Ally, it's not even alcoholic."
