My brows furrowed showing the confusion I felt.

I looked at Diane who shrugged and sipped her drink, I focused my attention on Zack resisting the urge to glare at Diane.

"Who is she?" I asked Zack.

Zack signed as he shook his head, his face sour like he didn't want to have this conversation, I turned my glare to him with curiosity burning in my eyes.

How can I let it go when they have drilled it into my head like she was some kind of big deal?

Zack kept mute but ...