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Chapter 18

Author: Tarina
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-08 05:51:02

Kaylee

Olivia took us to The Golden Fork, one of the most expensive and luxurious restaurants in New York—always packed to the brim like a glass of overpriced champagne.

It was the kind of place with gold-rimmed glasses, violin music floating in the air, and waiters who acted like royalty serving royalty. A reservation here was practically myth. You’d have to sell your soul—or marry rich. Naturally, Olivia had found her way in.

“Oh my God, this is beautiful!” I gushed, eyes wide, pretending to be thrilled while the sparkle in my voice rang just false enough. “I’ve always wanted to come hereee.”

But not with her. Definitely not with her.

“It took me a couple of days to get this reservation, but Sebastian made it happen,” she added, rolling her eyes like Sebastian was the human equivalent of a paper cut.

We got to the table, and the servers didn’t waste a second. Like clockwork, they began rolling out the food—steam wafting from the dishes like edible perfume. My eyes flicked sideways
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