"What are you looking at?"
Seeing me standing there, Madison followed my gaze.
"Damn it, that guy really isn't any good! He’s cheating on my friend!"
Her voice was loud enough that all our friends heard it.
Madison wanted to spare me from the embarrassment, so she made a few explanations about having a misunderstanding and generously covered the evening’s expenses, telling everyone to go ahead and have a good time.
After the crowd had dispersed, she quietly took my hand and asked, "Liana, are you okay? Could it be a misunderstanding?"
I shook my head. I knew Lisa, the woman in question. She was a junior at our school and had even delivered files to Wilson before. They seemed to have a good relationship.
I had asked Wilson about their relationship before. He took time out of his busy schedule to explain to me in person. They had grown up together as childhood friends, but Wilson had always seen her as a little sister with no romantic intentions whatsoever.
To make sure I wasn’t upset, he had gone so far as to send gifts and apologize seriously.
But now, his childhood friend was wearing the same scarf as mine and holding his hand while enjoying the fireworks with him.