Yasmin walked into the space, her head held high. She had chosen her outfit carefully to meet Jace’s circle of friends. She had practically begged him to let her meet them.
Unlike her, they were kids born into privilege, with luxurious and easy lives. She had spent a fortune on her dress tonight so she would not look small.
The moment she stepped closer, the laughter dimmed, and eyes swept over her, measuring, weighing, and judging.
Jace had already left her to sit down. He relaxed in the chair and watched them assess her like angry wolves.
Holly, a girl with sleek hair and a bored expression, glanced at Jace, then back at Yasmin.
“Who is she? She doesn’t look like she fits in here,” she said coolly.
“I heard you were dating someone... I’m disappointed,” Blake, one of the guys, said
