The city lights glowed bright, buzzing with energy as Trey led Evelyn through the packed streets.
The bar was loud, pulsing with music and laughter, the kind of place where no one cared about last names or club ties—just cold drinks, hot strangers, and fun.
It wasn’t her usual scene.
But tonight, she wanted different.
Needed different.
Trey had kept his word—he dragged her out, promising nothing but good music, strong drinks, and zero pressure.
And surprisingly… she was having fun.
They’d had a few drinks already, enough to loosen the tightness in her chest and make her cheeks flush. She was surrounded by people their age—Trey’s friends, easy and relaxed, none of them tied to anything she’d run from.
For the first time in what felt like forever, she wasn’t “Ronan’s girl.”
She was
