Juliette:
The night was perfect. My heart still hadn’t slowed down from the high of it all.
Cole was my date. Cole Kingston, the golden boy of the school, the quarterback, the one everyone watched. And somehow, he only had eyes for me. We walked into the hotel together, hand in hand, and the way everyone stared—the cameras flashing, whispers echoing—it should have made me want to disappear. But he squeezed my hand, and suddenly, it didn’t matter.
We danced. We laughed. We kissed under the spotlight of our King and Queen moment like it was the start of some fairytale. And for a while, I let myself believe it was.
Until I saw her.
Ava.
Drunk, wobbling in heels too high for her current state. But her eyes were sharp, dark, and fueled by something far more dangerous than alcohol. Rage.
