Chapter 22
Lily's POV.
The music is thumping through the walls as I step off the dance floor, my face flushed and hands trembling. Mark’s friends crowd around him, their shouts and whoops fueling his already glowing ego.
I smiled weakly as Mark’s friends surrounded us in a tight cluster, clapping him on the back.
“Man, you’ve got it made,” Tyler said, grinning. “Look at you, so deep in love, it’s inspiring.”
“Seriously,” Mason added. “You’re practically glowing.”
Mark beamed, his arm around my waist. “Thanks, guys.” He turned to me. “Shall we get another drink?”
I nodded, forcing a smile, though my heart felt heavy. The dance floor sparkled behind us, couples swaying to a slow ballad, and laughter rose above the music. I knew Mark was right here, holding me, but my thoughts drifted
