Maybe it was the first time she'd ever been rejected. Lily spent the whole night with a sour look on her face, clinging to Aiden's arm as they worked the room.
Me? I sat in the corner in the most basic outfit I owned, watching all those masked faces clink glasses and play pretend.
Soon enough, the main event rolled around. My dad took the stage, grabbed the mic, and announced Lily and Aiden's engagement.
As his voice trailed off, the big screen behind him flickered to life. At first, it played this sweet little montage of Lily and Aiden growing up together—the whole "childhood sweethearts" fairy tale.
Then, at some point, it switched to something else.
Compromising photos. Explicit ones. The kind you couldn't unsee. Lily was in all of them, but the guys were different in every shot.
