Chapter 77

Mirabelle’s POV

I stared at my phone in my hand, hesitating for a moment before answering.

It was Noah.

He’d been on my mind all day, and the last few days had felt like an emotional rollercoaster.

I hated it.

I missed him, but I couldn’t shake off the feeling I have every time I thought about him and Natasha.

“Hello?” I said, trying to keep my voice calm.

“Mirabelle…” Noah’s voice was strained, almost hesitant. I could hear something in the way he said my name that made my heart ache. “We need to talk.”

My breath caught in my throat. I’d been expecting this. I knew it was coming.

“Okay,” I replied softly, sitting back in my chair, trying to prepare myself for whatever was about to come.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you something,” Noah continued, his voice low. “The other night, when Natasha and I… when we had dinner together. I need to be honest with you.”

My stomach tightened. He sounded like he was about to c