Joanna giggled from the side. Her voice was beautiful, but the melody wasn't as melodious.
"Former friends. That's not true, Sasha. Michael and I were more than friends."
I knew she was up to no good, but I knew it last night. Whether Joanna's goal was to make me jealous, angry, go out of control, or something else, I wasn't going to let her get away with it.
Joanna looked at Michael, who was still drinking his coffee, even though he was almost at the bottom.
"If the two of you are mates, I would like to take the liberty to ask, did the Moon Goddess arrange you, or did Michael choose you?"
Joanna's gaze returned to me. Her gaze was filled with just the right amount of doubt, as if she was expressing an ordinary question.
I gritted my teeth. This b*tch was a great actress, and all I wanted to do was reach out, grab her by the hair, and slam her to the ground.
