Eliana's POV
“Finally..." Sophia said, as she stretched her arms dramatically, her heels dangling from one hand. "I swear my feet are filing for divorce.”
We're finally out of the club and ready to go home.
“You’re the one who said ‘pain is beauty, remember?’” Juliette laughed softly, tugging her coat tighter.
“And beauty is overrated.” Sophia shot back. “You know what’s not overrated? Comfort.” She waved down a cab like she was summoning it by force of will.
“You could’ve worn flats.” I shook my head, smiling.
“And deprive humanity of this view?” she gestured to her legs. “Absolutely not.”
Juliette rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. I could see that faint spark in her eyes that hadn’t been there earlier. The awkwardness of seeing Zara again — it has completely faded into somet
