There was a time when such a question would have infuriated me. In fact, in my past life, I once smashed everything in front of the person who dared to raise that notion to me. Not anymore.
I didn’t love Noah anymore.
I took another sip of my wine and tucked my hair behind my ear.
“Everyone knows how perfect Zoe is,” I said. “If I’m even a little bit like her, I would be overjoyed.”
“I have to agree,” Emily said. “I think anyone would be ecstatic to be compared to someone like Zoe.”
“Exactly.”
I smiled slightly.
“Besides, I don’t like female rivalry. Why should women’s conflicts always be about men? There are so much more important things to fight about.”
Emily smirked.
“That there is.”
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