They show up.
It matters.
And maybe Tristan feels me watching, because his hand finds my knee under the table again. This time he leaves it there.
Leo’s phone buzzes.
He glances down, and one of his brows lifts.
Then he turns the screen so Tristan can see.
My stomach knots before I even know why.
A photo.
Us.
Last night.
In the ballroom.
Not kissing, thank God.
But close enough that anyone with eyes and internet access can tell exactly what kind of story they’re looking at.
Me in the blue dress.
Tristan in black tie.
His face tipped toward mine like the rest of the room had already disappeared.
There are comments underneath. Names I don’t recognize. A lot of them.
Tristan barely glances at it before leaning back again.
“So?”
Leo laughs under his breath.
“So apparently Newport has phones.”
Jade reaches over for the screen.
“Oh, that one’s actually pretty.”
I look at Tristan.
“You’re not bothered?”
He turns to me fully, like the rest of the table vanishes.
“Why would I be bothered?”
I glance toward Leo’s phone.
“Because there are cameras. People. School. Your family. Mine. The entire West Coast has internet.”
His expression doesn’t change.
