EMILY'S POV
Aimee, Jeremy, Reily and I all sat around a table in a more private room in the restaurant, far away from the scrutinizing gaze of everyone.
The restaurant belonged to Reily's family so getting a private room wasn't so hard.
After seeing Aimee out there with Jeremy, revealed as the mystery girl I've been in shock. No matter how hard I tried to comprehend the situation I just couldn't seem to understand any of this.
The Aimee that I know didn't dress like a rich lady, never acted like one and never lived like one. She slept with me in my poorly ventilated room, and ate the same meal with me everyday no matter how little it was. How could she suddenly look like a whole different person right now?
"Alright, if no one is going to say something, I'm going to," Reily spoke up, breaking the silence.
"Are you a con artist, Aimee?" Reily asked and Aimee glared at her, looking offended.
"It's not funny, Reily!"