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LIORA'S POV:
" It's getting late" we should be going, I said, looking at my wrest watch.
Thank God, cause the last thing I would love to do is to still be lingering around, Sophie and her man.
"Shawn, let’s go. It’s getting late," I said, trying to keep my voice neutral. But Shawn was too busy chatting away with Mr. Wolf about football tactics and laughing as if nothing was wrong.
"I’m ready, just give me a minute," Shawn replied, flashing me one of his easy grins before turning back to his conversation. Typical.
I took a breath, turning my back to Ronan. I couldn’t face him again. My hand tightened on the strap of my handbag as I mentally prepared to leave. I couldn’t wait to be out of here, away from all this, where I could finally breathe.
"Wait up, Liora." Ronan’s voice broke through my thoughts. I froze for a second before turning around, plastering a calm expression on my face.