"Stop clinging to him, okay?"
The way she said it, you'd think I was the homewrecker who wouldn't let go.
I stared at her, my expression ice-cold.
Everyone knew the Prescott beauty queen—talented, gorgeous, delicate as a flower. The kind of girl people instinctively wanted to protect.
Even at the reunion.
All she'd had to say was that she'd been clumsy back in high school and accidentally slipped her love letter into the wrong bag, and that one silly mistake had kept them apart all these years.
Every single person believed her without question.
But I just smiled coldly.
"Mia, drop the act. Who exactly are you performing for right now?"
The color drained from her face.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Other people might not know, but did you really think I didn't?"
"I saw it with my own eyes back then. You never put that letter in the wrong bag. That love letter was always meant for Brendan."
Mia's composure cracked. Her eyes darted sideways. "You're lying."
"Brendan? That chubby kid who couldn't pass a test and looked like a toad? Why would I ever be interested in him?"
The cold smile on my face only deepened.
"Because he was rich."
I'd seen it all back then.