Fiona lay sprawled across her bed, one leg swinging lazily in the air as the soft glow of her phone illuminated her face. A small smile played on her lips while her thumb moved effortlessly across Instagram.
A funny reel popped up.
She snorted.
Another meme.
She giggled.
Life was peaceful.
Then—
Her scrolling stopped.
Her eyes locked onto a post from Hazel.
Fiona's brows furrowed as she sat up straighter.
Hazel stood in the picture with Manson.
In the same frame.
The smile on her face stiffened instantly.
Her eyes narrowed dangerously as she pinched the screen, zooming directly into Manson's face.
"Hmph. Acting cold and aloof even in pictures."
She muttered under her breath, her nose scrunching.
Then her eyes drifted to the tag.
Manson.
Her thumb hovered for a second then clicked.
His profile opened.
Fiona twisted her lips as she began scrolling through his page.
One picture.
Another.
Another.
And then—
She froze.
Her entire body went still.
