I shrugged, “Can’t I just celebrate anytime I’d like? Just as you two cuddle each other anytime even when your girlfriend is here.”
“It’s just a dance, Anastasia,” Emilia chirped behind him, her face the perfect portrait of boredom.
“And do dance partners lean into each other and whisper lovingly?” I raised a glass of champagne before sipping it half.
Both of them were silent so I filled their glasses with the liquor. When I lifted my gaze, the Alpha’s face contorted to embarrassment—to disdain.
“I told you. Emilia and I are just friends. There’s nothing between us,” his tone was both soft and echoing with warning.
I ignored that warning.
“If there’s nothing between you then you two won’t be friends,” I made my sickly sweet smile be at the frontline of my expression.
As anticipated, Emilia slammed a hand on the table but not enough to rattle the glasses. “Why do you always create drama every time Jon and I are together? Can’t a female just spend time with her male bestfriend?!”
“Oh, you can...” I drawled, “As long as that male doesn’t have a girlfriend watching both of you one breath away from kissing.”