“What was that for?” I yank my arm out of her manicured hands. “What are you doing?” She glares daggers at me. “Me? I’m just standing with Theo and your boyfriend goes nuts.” This is what you wanted, I remind myself. “Maybe you should’ve dragged him out here to ask him why he’s so bothered—” “Oh, drop the act, Margo.” She looks away. “We all know that he only sees you.”
