Linda pov.
As we all sat down at the dining table, I watched as that silly girl laughed and felt happy. I also saw how Andrew was happy being around her. He should have been with me, but instead, he is with someone else.
I felt angry as I felt like breaking every bone in their bodies. Doesn't he know that I like him so much? But look at him, feeling happy with a stranger.
"So, how did both of you meet each other?" I asked, wanting to know how they came in contact with each other. Just as Andrew was about to speak, she spoke instead.
"Andrew is a good friend of mine. I met him when he was feeling sad, and it turns out his sister was the cause."
I stopped eating as I looked at her. What does she mean by that?
"And what do you mean by that?" I asked her, only for her to smile and stare at me.
"Well, I don't know. Maybe you both had a fight or something."