Laura Cassandra Millans, Josh's bride, went with us and her friend to her room, where the other guests were supposed to be. Ava and I followed her quietly, listening to the girl say how excited she was since the wedding was the next day. Her flat was small but well-kept and fragrant, which showed t
Laura After Nicole Adkins, or as Cassie's friend liked to call her, the drama queen, left, the atmosphere became easier to bear, and then we could now enjoy ourselves together in a good way. The bachelorette party was basically a nice moment where the bride and us talked about marriage and how thi
Jason “Oh, my fucking God! Shall we go in a fucking limo?” Terence exclaimed in awe as we stood outside Joshua's house. A long black limousine was there waiting for us. We had all decided to listen to Andrew, one of the groom's friends, and we decided to go spend his bachelor party somewhere more e
Jason Inside the nightclub, it was much busier than in the limousine. The groom was having his bachelor party in his own way; after all, it had been more than a decade without him committing to anyone, and now he was just a few hours away from becoming a married man, that was a reason to celebrate.
“She's with me,” Bathory responded to Terence's lamentation. “She's only with you because she's making sweet ass. You know very well what women are like; they say no when deep down they want to say yes.” “You’re pretty confident, you know that? Just be careful that your trust doesn’t turn into abus
Laura “I was thinking about spending my honeymoon in a sunny place with a beach and crystal clear waters, so I can show off my beachy looks to my husband,” the bride said with a naughty smile, making us laugh. “Oh my God, yes! I support it,” Ava replied in agreement. “Don’t go to Iceland, please;
Laura I stayed there for a while, trying to compose myself and not focus on what was happening. I shouldn't care what Jason did or who he hung out with; it definitely shouldn't affect me. He was just living his life as a free adult man; if he wanted to get involved with other people, so be it. I un
“As I said, and I'll say it again, Gideon must have just gone overboard with what he said; you're probably stressing yourself out in vain, Avie,” I said, always trying to calm things down. But she was shaking her head, rejecting my words. "No, please. Stop it, Lau. I know you're just saying this s
Annie POV Peter Morton’s face was just inches from mine, staring at me. The electric blue of his eyes was so close I could see his irises dilating and contracting. “You okay, Lady Ann?” he asked. I sighed with a small smile, half in delight. “It’s been a while since anyone called me that.” Actual
Annie POV The masked boy—who I didn’t want to admit was Peter—took me to an upscale, comfortable hotel where I could spend the night safely, away from everything, and try to regain my composure and figure out what to do next. “You can stay here,” he said calmly, though his voice still carried a hi
Annie POV The masked boy led me through the dark campus, his hand firm in mine as we ran away from the ballroom. My legs trembled, the blue dress swishing with each step, and tears still streamed down my face, hot and relentless. The sound of the shouts, the judgments, still echoed in my head, bu
“No choice?” He cut me off, his tone incredulous. “Are you serious? You chose to help Madison make that video. You chose to plug it into the projector. And now Annie’s out there, broken, while you try to run from the responsibility. This doesn’t fix anything, Abby. It wasn’t supposed to end like thi
Abby POV I was there, tucked away in the shadows of the ballroom’s corner, my heart still racing as I watched the chaos I’d helped create unfold. The giant screen kept playing that horrible video, distorted and manipulated clips of Annie echoing through the room like a final verdict. People poin
Annie POV I was still on the dance floor, the warmth of the masked boy’s body against mine, my head resting on his chest as the slow music guided us. The sound of his heartbeat against my ear was almost hypnotic, and I let myself get lost in that feeling I couldn’t quite explain. He’d just said s
I swallowed hard, Caleb’s words coming back to haunt me. “Have you ever stopped to think that maybe we’ve gone too far?” He’d said that at the mall, and I’d hung up on him, but now they echoed in my head. Annie had hurt me, yes. The fight in the dorm, the way she called me fake, like I was trash she
Abby POV I was leaning against the wall of the ballroom, the cup of punch in my hand already warm and forgotten, as I watched Annie dance with that masked boy. The soft lights of the ball cast shadows over them, and even from so far away, you could feel something in the air—a chemistry almost tangi
Anne POV I was there, trying to at least pretend I was enjoying the party with Summer, letting the loud music and spinning lights distract me from the weight pressing on my chest. Summer danced beside me, throwing her arms up with that endless energy of hers, and I tried to keep up, forcing a smile