Abby
She just glares at me, then turns and slips back into the crowd. I watch her go until she reaches the bar, where her friends are waiting for her.
“She doesn’t like me very much.”
“Yeah, I got that.” He wraps his arms around me when a slower song starts up, and we sway together. “Don’t worry about her,” he says, when he notices I’m not as into dancing anymore. “Her opinion doesn’t matter.”
“You’re right,” I say, giving him a quick kiss on the lips.
I can’t seem to get her words out of her mind, though. Not even dancing can distract me. What did she mean? I was always loyal to Karl. He’s the one who left me, which everyone seems to forget. Why would she feel the need to warn Adam about me?
It just doesn’t add up. Clearly, there’s something I don’t know.
Adam opens the fr
