"Where is your mind, Sage?"
A pause. "Isla, tap your friend… I don't think she is here with us."
But I was, not fully, but I was. I had heard her gloat about her family's thriving business, had heard the pride hanging in every word that left her mouth, had heard the condescending tone too when she addressed Isla, or asked about her family, especially when Isla had revealed that she was the black sheep of her rich but ignorant family.
Naomi had truly changed. Or was it a façade to keep up with Claire and Lilian?
I didn't think so, not with that cold glint that had stayed in her eyes when she had suggested playfully that Isla and I be thrown into the dungeons.
But when Isla tapped me, I pretended like I had been lost in thought. "Yeah, did something happen?" I murmured, crossing my legs, eyes fixed on the three brides who stared at me like they just couldn't understand me or my audacity.
