Elena.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Zayn shift uncomfortably, likely not knowing how to respond. I tore my attention away from him, locking my piercing gaze back on Jennifer.

"I am a grown woman. I have the right to like whoever I want," Jennifer retorted sharply.

A tense silence fell over the room as we threw daggers at each other with our eyes.

"Just because you don't have any morals doesn't mean he doesn't," I spat cynically. My mother gasped softly at that, while my father took a long, hard swig of his Jack Daniel's, his expression hardening.

Jennifer narrowed her eyes at me, sitting...