Tristan took the first seat, just a few feet away from me. Again, perfect. He looked at me, gave me a strained smile and pointed his eyes to the stage. Regret started to take over me. What if I'd gone too far? Everyone lied once in a while. Everyone kept secrets. It wasn't something unheard of. Why had I made a mountain out of a molehill? Valerie's words flashed into my mind once more. Was I really afraid of admitting to myself I liked Tristan? Had I really pushed him away because of ...