Gwen's POV
Gwen's cheeks flamed with embarrassment as she glared at Ty's smug face. She backed away from Thorndyke, her hands clenched into fists at her sides.
"How long have you guys been standing there?" she snapped, her voice tinged with irritation.
Tyler chuckled, the others snickering behind him.
"Long enough to hear your little lovers' spat," he replied, his tone mocking.
Gwen gritted her teeth, folding her arms across her chest.
"We were just having a private conversation."
Rose, who was always quick to tease, couldn't resist chiming in, her eyes sparkling mischievously.
"Is that what we're calling it now? A 'private conversation'?"
"Mind your own business, Rose," Damian replied in a firm voice, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Tyler snickered, "Looks like we interrupted something interesting, guys. These two lovebirds were getting all touchy-feely."
