Laurel pouted dramatically, leaning closer to Brian. “But I get carsick. I need a bigger car,” she whined, her voice soft and pitiful as if she were some fragile creature in need of protection.
She pouted, her lips trembling slightly as she looked at Brian with feigned innocence. Brian gave me a doting smile, but his hand moved behind his back to reassure her. I watched their interaction in silence, a cold laugh echoing in my mind. Did he not realize how obvious he was?
Brian gently reached for my hand, his tone laced with that all-too-familiar coaxing. “Come on, honey. It’s just a seat. Let her have it. After all, she’s your cousin. Switch with her, okay?”
His voice was laced with tenderness, his eyes filled with an affection that seemed reserved for me. Yet his words defended another woman.
I gave him a faint smile, lifting my gown as I walked toward the car in the back. “Fine,” I said coolly. At least this way, I wouldn’t have to endure the sight of him pretending anymore.
The banquet hall buzzed with conversation as people milled about in their finest attire. Laurel was already holding a glass of red wine, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she approached me.