Serena's POV
I woke up to three missed calls from Maya, each one following a string of increasingly frantic text messages:
"I swear I had NOTHING to do with this dinner thing!"
"Ryan practically begged me to convince you!"
"DON'T KILL ME but I might have told him you're free tonight..."
"SERENA ANSWER YOUR PHONE"
I groaned, dropping my phone onto the pillow. Maya had clearly sold me out.
"Traitor," I muttered, though I couldn't summon any real anger. She'd been pushing for me to give Ryan a second chance for weeks now. "He's different," she kept insisting. "The way he looks at you when you're not watching... it's like you're his entire universe."
I stared at the ceiling, trying to ignore the nervous flutter in my stomach. After everything that had happened between
