Chapter 32

"You?" Emma turned around sharply, already sensing the figure standing hazily just outside the chilly courtyard — and met Clara’s unwilling, sharp stare. "Emma, I really thought you meant it when you said you’d never show up again," Clara sneered. "You’re here for Ethan? He’s drunk," Emma didn’t bother to hide her disinterest. "Knock if you want. Up to you." "Feeling smug now, aren’t you?" Clara snapped, clenching her fists. "I’m telling you, I’m not giving him up that easily. I—" "I know you won’t," Emma let out a soft laugh, tone laced with irony. "You’ve been into Ethan for a while now. All those little tricks to get close to him, must’ve been exhausting, huh?" Then she added, her eyes narrowing, "Problem is, feelings can’t be forced. Trying to catch his eye with fake smiles and cheap copies won’t cut it. Especially not with those eyes of yours—even with surgery, they’ll never have Sophie's sparkle." "Emma, at least I—" Clara tightened her grip on her bag, forcing a smug little smil