At that moment, upon hearing what Cora just said, Melissa's mouth dropped slightly. She blinked once, then twice, clearly not prepared for that kind of question. Her entire expression shifted—from casual interest to defensive disbelief. She quickly crossed her arms and tilted her head as if offended.
"Wait, what? Why would you say that?" Melissa scoffed, though her voice came out a little too fast. "Cora, seriously? Why would I have something on Oliver? I mean… we've only met like three times. Three! What makes you think I'd feel anything?"
Cora raised an eyebrow, lips curving into a slow, knowing smile. "Uh-huh," she murmured, nodding slowly. "Sure. Three times. But funny how you remember the exact number."
Melissa's jaw clenched slightly. "Well, I'm just saying… it's not like we're close or anything. I don't know him that well."
"Exactly," Cora said with a teasing tone. "Which is why it's so cute watching you try to convince yourself."
