I opened my mouth to suggest we talk about us, about breaking things off, but then a familiar voice floated through the door. “Braxton.”
Lila stepped in, her presence filling the room with an air of uncertainty. She wore a stunning white dress that hugged her curves perfectly. As she entered, her radiant smile lit up the room, but when she saw me, her expression faltered for just a heartbeat before returning to its charming facade. “Oh, Calla, you’re here too,” she said, feigning surprise.
Her smile didn’t hold the same warmth for me. If you looked closely, you could see the forced nature of it, a mask that barely concealed her true feelings. I met her gaze with silence, my heart heavy with unspoken words.
Braxton frowned, irritation flickering in his eyes. “Why can’t you knock before coming in?” he asked, his voice a mix of annoyance and resignation.
Lila flashed a playful smile. “I forgot! I promise to be more careful next time.” Then she turned her attention back to me, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Calla, mind if I join you for lunch? I’m absolutely starving after class.”