Sophia’s POV

“Spit in his face.”

My jaw drops as Layla and I turn to Jordyn.

“I’m just kidding,” she refutes unconvincingly with a deep sigh and rolls her eyes. “Urgh. What does he want from you?”

“He’s in the lounge with your dad,” Ava reminds us of her presence and twists her mouth in distaste—another person who stopped crushing on Lewis once she found out he got engaged. “I can wait for you.”

I nod.

She goes out the door and shuts it, leaving the three of us to ...