Aurora’s P.O.V
I barely have a moment to catch my breath before I hear my name being called—sharp, insistent. My stomach tightens as I turn toward the familiar voices of Shane and Mia, their expressions expectant, their posture exuding entitlement. I know that tone all too well. It’s the one that says they’re going to enjoy tormenting me.
“Aurora,” Mia drawls, gesturing lazily at their table. “You missed a spot. Clean it again.”
I glance at the table. It’s spotless. But that doesn’t matter to them. It never has. Before I can respond, Jade—usually the quietest of their group—shifts in his seat and mutters, “It’s already clean.” His voice lacks conviction, though, and he doesn’t meet my eyes. He knows just as well as I do that his words won’t change anything.
Shane scoffs, shaking hi
