I logged into an account I had not touched since the day I left Boston.
The second I got in, the system nearly crashed.
Notification after notification pinged through, one after another.
All of them were from Victoria's friends demanding answers.
A: No way. You actually left?
B: Don't come crawling to me later, begging me to talk to Victoria and set up a meeting for you two.
That was the tone in the first few days.
Gradually, their approach softened.
C: Look, even if you were with Victoria first, someone of her status could never actually marry you. You could have just stayed by her side, you know.
D: Stop being so dramatic. Victoria got drunk tonight, and she was calling out your name.
The script had shifted again over the past few days. It was dawning on them that Victoria migh
