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He sighed. “I work hard for it. Trust me.”

“I don’t doubt it one bit.” I smiled. “Fair warning: Monica is going to die when she hears this. She’s obsessed with The Weeknd.” I turned around, facing her back, watching her in deep conversation with Max. “Hey, Mon,” I said, waiting for her to give me her attention. “Want to go for sushi tonight with the guys?”

She nodded. “Sounds yummy to me.”

“And how about going to The Weeknd concert after?”

Her eyes widened. “Shut up. You’re not serious. I tried to get us tickets, and they were just so ridiculously priced. I couldn’t swing it.”

I’d wanted so badly to buy them as her graduation gift, but Monica wouldn’t even let me think about it.

Now that she was getting to go anyway, I couldn’t be more excited.

“I have club-level seats,” Jenner said to her. “With backstage passes.” He nodded toward Max and added, “Max represents him.”

She shook her head. “I can’t even.” Waves lapped onto my chest as she hurried over to us. “I might propose to you righ