The sun hung high over New York on July 20th, its golden rays bathing the Davies’ sprawling Victorian mansion in a warm summer glow. The air was thick with the scent of blooming jasmine and freshly cut grass, and the estate buzzed with the frenetic energy of preparations for Annie Davies’ eighteen
“Ew, gross!” Daniel’s voice broke the spell, and we pulled apart, laughing as our twins barreled into the kitchen, their sneakers squeaking on the tile. Stephen was right behind him, his dark curls bouncing, both boys grinning mischievously. “Mom, Dad, stop smooching!” Stephen said, fake-gagging. “
Laura POV The soft glow of dawn filtered through the kitchen curtains, casting a warm golden hue over the countertops as I bustled around, preparing Annie’s eighteenth birthday breakfast. It was early, the kind of July morning where the air felt fresh and full of promise, and the Davies household
The applause roared again, and I stepped back, my heart full but my eyes catching Madison storming off the stage, her heels clicking loudly as she stomped down the aisle. Her friends trailed after her, their heads bowed, and I couldn’t help but feel a surge of triumph. She’d tried to break me, jus
Annie POV The auditorium at Oxwell University buzzed with anticipation, the air thick with the hum of voices and the rustle of programs as students, faculty, and families filled the seats. It was the day of the student council president election results, the culmination of weeks of grueling campa
“But let’s be real—you’re nothing. This election? You’re going to crash and burn, and everyone’s going to see what a loser you are. Just like Abby.” The mention of Abby’s name was like a spark to dry tinder. I stepped closer, my hands balling into fists at my sides. “Don’t you dare talk about Abby,