Just her.
I stood half a step behind him, suddenly aware of my posture, my dress, the fact that my hands didn’t know what to do. Derek finally turned, gesturing toward me like an afterthought. “This is Alyssa.”
I forced a smile. “Hi.”
Tessa tilted her head. “Oh, we know.”
One of Derek’s friends—tall, smug, already tipsy—laughed and looked directly at continue reading …
