Serena Rosette
Stepping out of the car, the cool morning breeze brushed against my skin as I adjusted the bag on my shoulder. My eyes immediately landed on Jenna and Ben, sitting together on a bench, engaged in a hushed conversation. They seemed deep in discussion—probably another attempt at fixing things between them. A small smirk tugged at my lips.
One couple was coming back together, while another was on the verge of breaking apart. Life’s irony at its finest.
Jenna must have sensed my presence because her head snapped up. The moment she saw me, her brows furrowed, and she sprang to her feet. She was beside me in seconds, looping an arm around my shoulder.
“Finally, the lost princess returns.” She eyed me up and down as if checking for injuries. “Where the hell were you last night?
