If you really believe that, then you don't know your cousin.

[There's a brief flash of something in Peter's blue eyes. Something that's a little bitter, a little hurt, before it vanishes under that veneer that Peter tries to present. Everything is totally fucking okay. And if it wasn't, it wouldn't have anything to do with a dumb girl or the green-eyed boy beside him.

Or so he'd like to claim, anyway.]

The only thing she cares about is getting what she wants. Fucking Godfreys.