And it had happened on Wednesday, the same day as their cake tasting, when there’d been plenty of time to share—if not at the tasting itself, then certainly when they’d gone out to dinner that same night. Or yesterday when they’d gone to lunch. Or earlier tonight, when they’d shared a cab on the way to Naomi and Oliver’s house.

She was baffled. Angry. Hurt. Three emotions that were all foreign as they related to Clarke. She didn’t have a clue how to sort out the unfamiliar feelings, and she certainly didn’t know how to do so in public, so throughout dinner, she’d played the same role she always did: laughing, cheerful, optimistic Audrey.

But the facade dropped the moment she and Clarke stepped onto the sidewalk outside Oliver and Naomi’s place. She’d have preferred to leave alone, but since Claire and Scott were headed to Scott’s apartment on the West Side, she and Clarke were the only ones heading to the Upper East Side, and she couldn’t think of a good reason why they wouldn’t go together. They were Audrey and Clarke. Clarke and Audrey. They’d been a unit long before they’d gotten “engaged,” and now they were… she didn’t know what they were.

“Okay,” Clarke said with a smile, gently snagging her arm as they stepped into the evening air. “Now tell me what’s wrong.”

Audrey jerked her arm away, and his expression flickered in confusion.

She crossed her arms and stared down at her boots as she had an alarming realization. She’d been wrong, earlier, in thinking she was okay with his ex’s office visit. She wasn’t just upset that Clarke didn’t tell her about Elizabeth. If she were brutally honest with herself, the idea of Clarke and Elizabeth spending time together made her stomach twist.

“Why?” Audrey finally asked aloud, once she’s tamped down the unexpectedly nauseous feeling.

“Why what?”

“Why didn’t you tell me that Elizabeth came to see you on Wednesday?”

He frowned. “How did you know that?”

“Well, not from you!” she snapped.

His eyes narrowed slightly. “Spy much, Dree?”

“Secrets much, Superman?” she shot back, deliberately wielding his least favorite nickname.

He threw up his hands in exasperation. “Sorry. Okay? It’s not like I meant it to be some big secret.”

“And yet you told the guys and not your fiancée?”

She winced as soon as she said it, well aware of just how jealous she sounded. His eyes narrowed again in speculation.

Audrey held up her hand. “Don’t. No need to correct me. I know I’m not actually your fiancée. But I am your friend. I thought your best friend.”

“You are my best friend. Seriously, what’s the big deal?”

She huffed. Such a guy. “Whatever. Forget it.” She started to whirl toward the curb to hail a cab.