Chapter 89. Pants on Fire

Gianna—whom I now hate—picks up on my bitchy mood after our run-in with Camila and not only makes me stay at brunch long enough to sober up but comes home with me and hangs out for the rest of the day, inventing new activities every time I get bored enough to get pissed about Camila all over again.

My phone vibrates on the edge of the bathtub next to me. I glance at it. A text from Dante, letting me know he’s on his way home. I lift it and silently show the screen to Gianna.

“Perfect.” She caps the bright-blue nail polish bottle in her hands. “I just finished.”

I wiggle my neon-painted toes. “You know you didn’t have to stick around all day, right?”

She shakes her head and stands. “You’d think you never had a best friend before.”

“I haven’t,” I admit.

She takes my hand, the expression on her face softening. “Fuck, I didn’t realize.”

I shrug. “It’s not a big deal, really. I had friends. I was just too busy with The Greek