Hannah That night, after the awkward tension at dinner, I found myself unable to finish my plate. The rest of the family banquet went by without incident, Noah keeping his distance after I had seen him watching me from the hallway. I pretended to eat, falling back into my old habits: pushing my fo

Hannah Seeing Zoe kiss Noah’s cheek so tenderly, so lovingly, had filled me with a rage that made me want to lash out. I wanted to scream, cry, yell and throw things, even resort to my purging pills once more despite the fact that they had long since been flushed down the toilet. But I didn’t do

Hannah “Can I talk to you?” Noah asked, taking a hesitant step forward before his eyes flickered over to Viona. “Alone?” Viona scoffed from behind me. “Whatever you have to say to Hannah, you can say in front of me,” she said coldly. Noah shot me an almost pleading look, and I sighed. “Viona,

Hannah With a fresh scowl now etched onto my face, I strode away from Noah, the rapid clicking of my heels against the marble floor echoing the pounding of my heart. Are you drunk already, he had said. All because of what? Because I was polite to Drake? Because I was affectionate toward him? B

Hannah I led Drake over to the bar, my heels clicking decisively against the marble floor with each step. Part of me felt like I was betraying Noah somehow, despite the fact that he was the one acting unreasonably jealous. He has no right to be jealous, I thought to myself. He’s the one with the