Olivia tilted her head slightly, her eyes shining with amusement. "Are you not in your right mind?" she asked, her tone light but cutting.
Eleanor let her face twist into an almost-crying look.
"Olivia, you are my best friend," she said in a trembling voice. "As my best friend, should you not at least congratulate me for having a boyfriend?"
Olivia's lips curved into another chuckle, her calmness like a knife against Eleanor's fake tears. "Have you not heard the rumors going around?" she asked.
Eleanor blinked, pretending to be confused. "What rumors?" she asked.
Olivia's eyes grew colder. She stood up slowly, her chair making a soft scraping sound against the floor. Everyone leaned forward unconsciously, their notebooks forgotten.
"I do not like to waste words going in circles," Olivia said. "It is simple. You got together with one of my admirers."
