ELENA’S POV

Liam and Caleb were occupied at a corner, talking to a few guests and I approached Ryan.

“Ryan, hi,” I said, coming to stand in front of him, my back to Julian. “Let's pretend that we have something very important to talk about.”

Ryan smiled, one corner of his lip rising up higher than the other. “You're avoiding Julian, aren't you?” he asked, nailing it.

“This is really good orange juice,” I said, before drinking from glass and avoiding the question.

“What ...