ROSE’S POV
The moment I stepped into the apartment, the sharp scent of spilled wine hit me, and my stomach dropped.
The dim lighting barely masked the mess—empty glass, a toppled-over bottle on the coffee table, and Alice, sprawled across the couch, her hair tangled and her makeup smudged.
“There she is,” she slurred, waving what was left of the wine bottle in my direction. “The missing best friend.”
I sighed, my shoulders already heavy. I was drained—my mind still tangled in everything that had happened with Alex, but seeing Alice like this sent a sharp pang of guilt through me. I should have at least called.
“I was worried, you know,” Alice continued, pushing herself up, her movements sluggish. “Your phone was off. What, too busy playing billionaire’s girlfriend to remember your rea
