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Monica confirmed within the hour that there was, in fact, a gala this weekend, an annual fundraiser hosted by Nortech, the sponsor whose director had first insisted the six of them keep the fake relationship alive. It had been on the athletic department's calendar for months, buried under a dozen other events, easy enough for any of us to have overlooked.
"It's not a secret event," Monica clarified, scrolling through the official invitation on her tablet. "It's public knowledge, technically. Damien's team was invited too, since Nortech sponsors several regional programs, not just ours."
"So how does he know about an announcement nobody's told us about?" Mason asked, arms crossed, suspicion written plainly across his face.
"I don't know," Monica admitted, which did nothing to sett
