Mina had only met Iris once before, on that firework night three years ago. She had watched Iris arrive with Warren and had known instantly that this was the woman everyone teased Warren about, the one he had chased for years and never had. The jealousy had surged up so sharply that it had nearly choked her. But it did not matter. Mina understood better than anyone. If she and Warren could not be together, an ordinary girl like Iris stood even less of a chance.
What she had not expected was to see Lucas, who had always been so detached and indifferent, show flickers of emotion because of Iris. That night, she had known Warren would be there, so she had made a point of slipping her arm through Lucas' well in advance. Someone had called out for her to make a wish on the fireworks. But her w
