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SLOANE
“Sloane, I swear to God, you are the worst liar I have ever met,” Vivian huffed, arms crossed as she leaned against the dresser, watching me with a pointed glare.
I, on the other hand, was barely listening. I smirked, tilting my head slightly as I finished applying my lipstick, the deep red shade painting my lips in a way that made me look dangerous—exactly how I wanted to feel tonight.
“I’m serious,” Vivian continued, her tone sharp.
“You really think you can fool me? Aiden? Seriously?” She scoffed, rolling her eyes.
“I don’t know what’s worse—that you lied about it, or that you thought I’d believe you for even a second.”
I let out a quiet chuckle, suppressing the full grin threatening to spread across my face.
“Relax, Viv,” I said, adjusting the thin strap of my
