**CHAPTER TWENTY: It's Not a Mistake**

~Zella's Point of View~

I was turning to go to my room when he spoke.

—So you're dating someone now.

I stopped.

It wasn't a question. It had that specific quality of something that had been sitting on his chest all night and had come out a little rougher than he intended.

I turned around.

-Sorry?

—Felix. —She said the name as if he had done something to her personally—. You're seeing someone.

—I went to just one dinner.

—The one you came back from early.