CHAPTER 88

  A particular someone smirked when he saw her fearful visage as he got in beside her, aggressively pushing her against the end of the booth.

  “McStuffins,” he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, purposely squishing her against his side. Oriana cringed. She didn't only hate her middle name because of its origin but also because it held bad memories, all of which led to the guy seated beside her.

  “Hi T–thomas,” she shuddered, looking up to meet the murderous glare of another ‘friend’ of hers. “Hi Calla,” she greeted, stretching her lips into a faux smile.

  “Hi, Ori. It's been a really long time,” Oriana shifted her gaze to meet the owner of the familiar small and kind voice. Britta. She was the only kind one amidst all three of them. Oriana passed her a small, genuine smile.

  “Yeah, McStuffins. It's been a long time. Too long, if you ask me,” Thomas smirked, applying pressure against her shoulders as he watched her wince.