Liar

Vespera stared at the photos on the phone, flipping through them repeatedly. They weren't photoshopped or edited—Alaric was wearing the same jacket he had on earlier today. These were definitely taken after she'd told him to go home and rest. Confusion clouded her face as she looked up at Yvonne, wanting to ask something but not knowing where to start.

Yvonne smirked. "See it clearly now? You didn't actually think Alaric was serious about you, did you? I saw him cuddling up with Elowen today with my own eyes. Everyone in the city knows Alaric's been in love with Elowen for years. Did you really think he'd just get over her like that?"

Vespera closed her eyes briefly before handing the phone back to Yvonne. "You're just trying to come between us. You think I'd actually believe this?"

"Me? Coming between you?" Yvonne laughed. "Why don't you call Alaric yourself and ask if he's with Elowen right now? Face it, Vespera, you're a joke. Cinderella ending up with the prince is just a fairy ta