Elena POV
Celia’s 16th birthday was approaching, and I found myself in a tricky spot. I had prepared her birthday present months ago—a dress I had painstakingly made by hand. It was beautiful, with flowing soft blue fabric, delicate lace trim, and intricate embroidery that I had spent countless hours perfecting. Each stitch held a piece of my heart and my dedication to our friendship. But now, with us no longer on speaking terms and her choosing Zach over me, I wasn’t sure if giving the gift was still appropriate.
I mocked myself, thinking Celia might not even invite me to her birthday party, sparing me the trouble of deciding whether or not to give her the dress. After all, I was an outcast now, and attending her party was probably out of the question.
When I arrived at school, I saw C
