Etta's warning came back into her mind. He's kissing someone else...

The words stung.

Immediately Olivia had wanted to know who he was kissing. Etta hadn't said whom the girl was. Was the information true? Of course, it was. It was Etta. Her friend dealt in facts. So it was true.

It'd probably be best to move on and ignore those feelings. Lock them up in a buried safe. Ignore. "How silly of me," she chuckled, wiping a tear away that had rolled down her cheek. "How could someone like him ever like someone like me?"