Emily’s POVThe club was already alive when Ava and I stepped inside, a heartbeat of bass thudding against the walls, strobing lights spilling across the dance floor like restless fireflies.Ava was the one to suggest this, but honestly, I wasn’t sure if I’d made the right choice. Ava had been restless all morning, fidgeting with her phone, glancing toward the hallway like she expected someone to appear. And me? I was just as bad as I was pretending to scroll through social media while fighting the urge to think about Alex.Plus work has been stressful.We’d both said it out loud over coffee that morning— We need a distraction.So here we were, dressed up, faces made up, heels clicking against the sticky floor of a downtown club where anonymity came easy and the music drowned out inconvenient thoughts.Ava leaned in close as we passed a group of guys at the bar, grinning at me. “We’re not going home until we’ve had fun,” she half-shouted over the music.“Deal,” I said, trying to so
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