The music thrums. The crowd sparkles. Laughter mixes with the clinking of glasses. The lights are dimmed just enough to make everyone look ten percent more attractive.
Nora steps into the party with a calm confidence that looks expensive. Her dress hugs her like it was stitched by revenge itself. On her arm is JASON—tall, mysterious, suit crisp, smirk locked and loaded.
Across the room, her ex-boyfriend Adam is mid-conversation until his eyes land on her. He freezes. His baby mama turns to see what caught his attention.
Enter: Best friend mode activated.
Jenny (Noras PA)
(rushing up, eyes wide)
Wait—wait—wait! Who is that? Nora, what the actual hell?!
Nora
(smirking, sipping champagne)
Jason. Met him yesterday.
Jenny
(choking)
Yesterday?! You found that in less than twenty-fou
