A bright red Ferrari screeched to a showy stop by the curb.
Ruby leaned against the door, waving excitedly.
“Nathan! Come check out your new ride!”
Nathan’s face turned pale.
Seeing me, Ruby put on a fake-friendly smile, patted my shoulder.
“Oh, Stella, I didn’t see you there just now. Isn’t it cool? The color matches Nathan’s wedding bow tie! He said this is my war chariot — when I drive it, it’s like carrying him with me!”
My knuckles cracked from how hard I clenched my fists.
Was that supposed to be a love confession?
And me? I stood there like a fool, guarding a hollow shell of a “home” he had long since gutted.
Ruby jumped in, started the engine.
“Stella, listen to this roar! Doesn’t it match my driving skills perfectly?”
I raised my eyes, giving her a cold look.
“Yes. Both are equally unbearable.”
They both froze, clearly shocked that I — usually so mild — would say something like that.
“What… what did you just say?”
Nathan yanked me aside, lowering his voice, his eyes full of warning.
“Stella! What’s wrong with you? Ruby’s about to compete in the National Championship — can’t you hold it together? Stop dragging out your self-pity and attitude!”
I let out a short laugh. Self-pity?