Evangeline met Milo's eyes, eyes that looked even more startled than her own. Guilt flickered across his face, the same guilt he had carried ever since the night he chose Serena's touch over her trust. His hands lifted slightly, as if some buried instinct urged him to reach for her… but he stopped halfway, fingers curling back to his side.
Watching that small, cowardly retreat, Evangeline exhaled and looked away.
He wouldn't apologize. And even if he did, would a sorry ever mend a trust he had shattered so carelessly?
They were friends since childhood. Milo knew everything about Serena and what her younger sister had done towards her, the unfairness that her parents always chose Serena over her, and Serena's habit of stealing people who she treats dearly.
Yet knowing that, Milo still fell for her tricks.
The tension grew until it snapped when Eva felt Madam Trevor's hands holding to her elbow with a tight clench.
