Our Love Story
Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?”
Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.”
Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.”
Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—”
“Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.”
“Not our trope,” Amelia shot back.
Maya giggled. “We’ll see.”
Amelia rolled her eyes.
“Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.”
“Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”
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