“Still doing everything your mom asks? No wonder you’re still single.” “I knew coming over here was a mistake,” I grumble to myself. Dahlia will never agree to the idea of working on a project together if I come out and ask her. My trap forms quicker than my mouth can move. “Feel free to get lost.” She reaches for the door. I stop it from slamming shut with my hand. “Wait.” A wrinkle runs down the center of her forehead. “What?” “Oliver and you are done?” Her eyes turn into slits. “Are you only asking me so you can gloat?” “No.” Although her false accusation makes me want to. Don’t be petty,
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