Elena POV
After leaving Celia’s birthday party, Thalia and I found a cozy pub tucked away from the town’s main hustle. We settled into a corner booth and started drinking, our conversation quickly shifting to the night’s drama.
Thalia was on her third drink, passionately cursing Zach and Celia. “I swear, Elena, nothing’s worse than your ex hooking up with your so-called best friend. It’s like a double betrayal.”
I swirled my drink, staring into the amber liquid. “Yeah, it’s messed up. But you know what? It’s all water under the bridge now. I don’t care anymore. It’s just… my memories feel tainted.”
Thalia nodded, her expression softening. “I get it. It’s like they took something pure and twisted it.”
We stayed for another round, Thalia’s rants becoming more animated while I sank deepe
