Anne Peter took me inside the apartment, more precisely to his room, which was a place with such dark and heavy metal decor that it didn't surprise me that much because I knew him and that had been his way for a long time. He sat in an armchair and made me sit on his lap, so we could hug in a more
Anne “Can we make up for lost time? It would be so nice if I had the chance to woo you like a true lady deserves to be wooed,” Peter Morton requested, and his words made the butterflies in my stomach flutter with anticipation. He was practically asking me to be his girlfriend… Moved by his words,
Laura “Oh my God, this is so beautiful…!” I exclaimed excitedly as I entered the mansion's balcony. As soon as I returned home, Jason was waiting for me at the door of the house and covered my eyes with a blindfold, smiling mysteriously and guided me to that space to show me a surprise. He had pro
Laura “God in heaven, who must this person be sent directly by the devil to messed up our moment like that?” Jason cursed, sighing heavily, when my cell phone rang. I laughed a little. I also didn't like being interrupted while my husband and I were having our moment. “Sorry, babe. But it must b
Laura I couldn't deny that Annie was very suspicious today. The conversation we had in the morning, then Abby's complaints, and now the fact that she wasn't even answering her grandma's calls just made everything even more suspicious. My daughter wasn't the type of teenager who was always giving he
Anne “Oh my God, I don't believe that I really slept here,” I commented, thinking I was crazy when I looked in front of the mirror. It was the next morning, and I was still in Peter's sister's luxurious apartment. I was looking at myself in the mirror in disbelief at the crazy things I had done y
Anne Peter and I were sitting side by side on the couch in Amber Morton's living room, while she sat in an armchair across from us, staring at us. She was, on average, 10 years older than Peter, had shiny, light hair that was well cared for, eyes a few shades lighter than Peter's, and an angelic fa
Anne “How old did you say you were again?” Amber asked as she and I stood in her closet. Just as she had promised, she was now looking for something for me to wear. I sighed resignedly. “I’m 17,” I replied. “And if you're going to start being a boring adult and judge me for not sleeping at home,
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