The moment I saw Jenny walk in with her pack of picture-perfect lunas, my stomach twisted in knots.
Her smug expression was enough to make me want to turn the music off and kick everyone out, but instead, I plastered on a fake smile and marched straight toward her.
Elvis was right on my heels, muttering, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"I have no choice," I whispered back. "She needs to know she's not welcome here."
Jenny spotted me approaching and stopped mid-strut, her glossy lips curling into a smirk.
"Kristen," she began, tilting her head. "What a surprise. I didn’t think you had the nerve to throw a party like this. Guess you’re full of surprises tonight."
I crossed my hands as I slipped my hair over my shoulder in the exact same way I've been practicing after watch
