Leah's POV
A few weeks had passed, but nothing healed inside me.
Not from what I saw between Ansel and Vanessa.
Not from what I did with Ace.
The image of Ansel and Vanessa on the bed, with his hands on her and her lips on his neck. Still haunts me . And Ace...what happened between us in that office, the way his body claimed mine, the heat, the ache, the absolute no regret I got from doing it, both lived inside me like fire I couldn't just put out.
They were both etched into my memory.
Stayed there.
And yet, here I was, smiling.
Pretending.
I played the role of the sweet sister, the sweet loyal bridesmaid, the shoulder for Vanessa to cry on. I smiled when Vanessa talked about flower arrangements and the seating charts. I nodded my head when she asked my opinion about cakes.
She still had her wedding to plan.
And I? I still had to act like I hadn't fucked her fiancé.
