HannahThe second I entered the private restaurant, my eyes were already scanning the room critically. Everything had to be perfect for Drake and Zoe’s date—everything. Not even saying a word to the hostess, I moved swiftly to the table in the corner and began nervously smoothing out the white table
HannahI hesitated for a moment before sinking into the chair across from Noah. His eyes followed me the entire way, his jaw clenched tight. The tension in the room was palpable, and I could feel my heart racing in my chest.“So,” Noah began, his voice low and surprisingly controlled, “do you want t
I took a deep breath, knowing that what I was about to say could either reveal something that I didn’t want to know or just piss him off even further. “I saw you and Zoe talking after the pageant,” I finally muttered. “You seemed... intimate. And you lied about being with her that day. You said you
HannahThe chair across from me remained suspiciously empty, and all I could do was nervously fidget with my napkin. The waiter had come by three times already, each visit more pointed than the last. I checked my phone again—still no word from Zoe.I kept telling myself that she would come, even tho
HannahI descended the staircase, my hand trailing along the polished banister. The chatter from the living room grew louder as I approached, and I took a deep breath before taking the last step. For a moment, I just paused, smoothing down the front of my dress.It was the night before the Lunar Fes
Before I could pull my phone out and check, I quickly shook my head and turned back toward the door. No. I wouldn’t lament over some bullshit forum post; it was likely just a troll, someone trying to get internet clout at my expense.Besides, there was no proof anywhere that Noah and I were getting
Hannah“I think you know, Hannah.”I stared at Drake after he uttered those words, my mind reeling. Was he implying what I thought he was? That he had feelings for me? It couldn’t be possible; he loved Zoe more than anyone, and we were just friends. We had established that already.No, that wasn’t i
Hannah & NoahHannah’s POVMy leg tensed instinctively as Noah reached for it, a questioning look in his weary eyes. Frowning, he muttered, “Do you want the massage or not?”Even though I knew I shouldn’t and that it would only make things more complicated, I slowly extended my leg. Noah grabbed my