“He is not my boyfriend.”
My words ignite a laugh on her lips.
“You just admitted that you’d made up with him. So… He is your boyfriend. And that’s why you changed your plans.”
I smile.
“It has nothing to do with him,” I lie softly, wondering how much longer I’ll be able to continue this charade.
“I don’t believe you. You’re so taken with him. I think you’re in love.”
“What do you know about love?” I ask, chuckling quietly.
“Oh, please… I don’t need to know anything. Look at you,” she says, grinning from ear to ear.
“Listen… It has nothing to do with him. This is our new schedule. And that’s that. I just found out about the dinner party.”
“Uh-huh… What did you do today?”
“Uh… A lot.”
My mask is about to slip.
“With him?”
I flick my gaze to her.
Holding my eyes, she expects to get a truthful answer from me.
“We’ve spent some time together… Yes. But you still didn’t say what you know about love. How can you tell I have deep feelings for him?”
“So I’m right.”
“You’re not. Answer me.”
She ticks her shoulders.
“I just know. It’s not that hard. For one, you’re so secretive. And you don’t make much sense. One minute, you say one thing. And then you say something different. That’s typical when you’re in love with someone.”
“And you’ve seen that… where?”
“I haven’t. But I don’t need to. It’s a change. And I see it in you…”
“Uh-huh. What else do you see in me?”
She ponders, a smile glinting in her eyes.
“You look great. And not only because of your dress. Just generally speaking…”
“Generally speaking. Hmm…”
I stifle a smile.
“Looking good has nothing to do with it.”
“It’s in your eyes, girl.”
I jolt upright.