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The calm before the storm.

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CAMILA

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I got into Marco’s car without thinking twice. Marco’s car was warm, with low jazz humming from the stereo, a stark contrast to the cold, stinging silence that had been sitting in my chest since I left the ballroom.

I sank into the leather seat, hugging my arms to myself as he pulled out of the driveway.

He didn’t say anything at first, he just drove with one hand on the wheel, his eyes occasionally glancing toward me like he wanted to speak but didn’t know how to start. I wasn’t in a hurry either. My mind was still unraveling the chaos of the past hour, King’s kiss with that girl and Katherine’s smug reply like she knew this would happen.

Minutes later, Marco finally broke the silence. “So… want to talk about it?” His tone was gentle, like he wasn’t trying to dig into the issue, just offering.

I stared out the window, the streetlights blurring past the street. “Not really,” I mumbled, but then I sighed. “Actually… I don’t even know where to start.”

Marco chuckled faintl
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