Andria's POV
"Well," I replied, glancing between Becca and Mel, "they have an issue, right? But they put it on themselves, except Tristan, of course, who had been absent. He is the only one who has the right to be very pissed at this moment."
Becca frowned, her brows knitting together. "Wait… what are you even talking about?"
Mel leaned forward, confusion painted across her face. "Hold up. The only person we saw on stage was Damon. Damon was the one who kissed you. Tristan wasn't even there. And Aven…" she hesitated, searching my eyes, "Aven just brought you inside the hall. Was that enough reason to include him?"
Their stares burned into me, waiting, curious, expectant. There it was, the question under the question.
I forced a small smile, brushing my hair off my face. "You are overthinking it," I said lightly. "It's really not that deep."
Becca exchanged a look with Mel, then looked back at me with a raised brow. "You are hiding something."
