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Chapter Eleven

SageThe moment I stepped into the ballroom, I knew I had made a mistake coming. I did not even want to be here, but my mother had insisted I make an appearance and so I did. It wasn’t the size of the room though it was massive, ceilings soaring so high they felt like they were meant to humble you. It wasn’t the glittering chandeliers or the polished marble floors reflecting light like water.It was the way the room noticed me.I felt it before I saw it. Conversations stuttering. Laughter hitching. Eyes turning, lingering longer than they should. I had walked into spaces before bars, parties, crowded streets but this was different. This wasn’t curiosity. This was assessment.I suddenly became aware of everything. The way the red dress clung to my waist. The way the fabric moved when I walked. The bare skin at my shoulders, my collarbone exposed beneath the soft glow of golden light.I swallowed and forced myself to keep walking.Mom’s hand rested lightly on my arm, guiding me forward

Chapter Twelve

SageI didn’t have to turn around to know who it was.Ella always sounded like that smooth, confident, sharp enough to cut when she wanted to. I faced her slowly.She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, perfectly composed in a black dress that screamed control. Her eyes flicked over me, from my bare shoulders to the hem of my red dress, and her lips curved into something that wasn’t quite a smile.“So,” she said lightly. “You finally stopped pretending huh.”My stomach dropped. “Pretending about what exactly?”She laughed softly. “Don’t insult me. I have been watching you all night.”Heat crawled up my neck. “Watching me do what?”“Playing innocent,” she replied. “Wide eyed. Quiet. Like you don’t know exactly what you are doing.”I shook my head. “I don’t know what you are talking about Ella.”“Of course you don’t,” she said sweetly. “That’s the act, right? The lost little sheep who doesn’t realize the wolf is already circling.” she said with a sarcastic laughMy throat tight

Chapter Thirteen

SageI don’t move for a long time after Ella walks away.I just stand there, frozen, staring at the space she occupied like if I look hard enough, I might find the pieces of myself she shattered scattered on the ground. The night air feels colder now, sharper, biting through the thin fabric of my dress and straight into my bones.My chest aches.Not the dramatic kind of ache that begs for attention, but a deep, hollow one like something vital has been scooped out and left empty.I wrap my arms around myself and finally let the tears fall.They come quietly at first, slipping down my cheeks without sound. I wipe at them angrily, embarrassed even though no one is here to see me. I don’t want to cry. I hate crying. It makes everything feel real in a way I’m not ready for.Ella’s words replay in my head, relentless.Pathetic, Abomination, Pretending to be innocent.My throat tightens as a sob finally breaks free.I never wanted this. I never wanted to move here, I hates it here, I had no

Chapter Fourteen

AndreI knew she had left, but I was not that hopeful that I would ran into her, I was just hopeful. Then I spotted her, walking down the street bare foot, her heels dangling from her hands. When I stopped I expected some kind of spat back between us, but she did not say a word, she just looked at me and I saw the defeated look. I open the passenger door and brace myself for a fight.I expect her to argue. To tell me she is fine. To insist she can walk. To put that stubborn little chin up and glare at me like she always does when she’s cornered.But she doesn’t.Sage just stands there for half a second, eyes dull, shoulders slumped, and then she steps forward and gets into the car without a word.No protest, no attitude, nothing and this is no fun. It hits me harder than if she had screamed at me. I would have preferred her screaming at me. She sits down slowly, carefully, like even moving takes effort. She pulls the door closed herself and stares straight ahead, her hands restin

Chapter Fifteen

AndreThe road narrowed, winding along the cliffside, and I kept my hands steady on the wheel despite the pull in my chest. The city lights faded behind us, replaced by darkness that felt almost sacred. Sage sat silently beside me, her arms folded around the dress bag, eyes fixed on the window. I could feel her tension radiating off her, quiet, tight, unrelenting.When I finally pulled the car over onto the dirt shoulder, I didn’t say anything. I didn’t need to. She knew we weren’t home, knew something was different. I killed the engine, and the world fell into silence, a wide, open, impossible silence that stretched out over the ocean, the cliffs, the distant horizon.I opened my door first, the cool night air rushing in, carrying the faint salt of the sea and the soft bite of wind off the cliff. She followed without hesitation. No words, no protests, just a small nod, her bare arms brushing the jacket I had draped over my own shoulders. I stepped closer to the edge, feeling the sol

Chapter Sixteen

SageI didn’t move when he pulled me closer, didn’t resist, didn’t speak. The night air around us shifted, heavy with the salt of the sea and something else something magnetic, impossible, and undeniably dangerous. My chest pressed against his, and I could feel the rhythm of his heartbeat against my own. My fingers clutched the fabric of his jacket, desperate for something to ground me as the world narrowed down to just the two of us, standing on the edge of a cliff, alone with the dark and the moonlight.His hands were firm at my waist, holding me in place as though letting go could shatter the fragile calm we had found here. My breath hitched, shallow, uneven, and I realized his own chest rose and fell with the same tension I felt in my body. We were both breathing too fast, too heavily, and I could sense him studying me, his eyes scanning my face, lingering on my lips, and I couldn’t look away either.The shift happened in a heartbeat, abrupt and shocking. His eyes darkened, th

Chapter Seventeen

SageThe moment we stepped out of the car, the weight of the night hit me all over again. My heels clicked against the driveway, and I had to catch myself against the car to steady my legs. My chest was still hammering, my mind replaying every inch of the cliff, the kiss, the silence on the ride back. I wanted nothing more than to collapse, to retreat, to vanish into my room and pretend none of it had happened.But the universe apparently had other plans.Andre’s father, Warren, was standing near the front door, arms crossed and jaw tight. The second he laid eyes on us, his expression twisted, a storm breaking. “Andre!” His voice boomed, carrying authority and a sharp edge that made my stomach flip. “What the hell is going on? Where have you been?”I froze beside Andre, feeling the tension radiate off him. He didn’t move, didn’t flinch, didn’t even glance at his father. His hands were tucked into his pockets, shoulders squared, jaw tight. He was like a statue, unshakable, unreadable,

Chapter Eighteen

SageI barely had time to close the door behind me when the silence hit like a wall. The house was quiet, except for the faint hum of the air conditioning and the distant murmur of voices from the dining room where my mother and stepfather were still talking. I exhaled shakily, trying to steady my racing heart, but the thought of Andre standing outside, arms stiff at his sides, expression unreadable, gnawed at me.I didn’t want to go back out there. I knew I had to apologize, to explain, to somehow make him understand that I hadn’t meant for him to be caught in his father’s storm. But the longer I stood in the hallway, the heavier the weight on my chest became. I finally took a deep breath, willing my legs to move, and stepped toward the living room.He was sitting on the couch, back straight, shoulders rigid, hands resting lightly on his knees, but his body radiated distance. Coldness. It wasn’t the teasing, playful Andre I had been drawn to earlier. This was stone. Unreadable. Shar

Chapter Nineteen

SageSleep eluded me that night. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, my mind a wild, spinning carousel of thoughts, images, and memories. Andre’s coldness from earlier in the evening played over and over in my mind, his clipped words, his nods, the way he had mentioned Ella’s name like it was a blade sliding across my chest.I tossed and turned, pulling the covers tight around me as if the fabric could shield me from the ache inside. My chest felt heavy, my stomach churned, and my hands trembled as I scrolled aimlessly through my phone.Social media became my only tether to him. Every post, every story, every minor update from his accounts I checked obsessively, as if watching him from a distance could give me some measure of control, some small comfort.Hours passed. My eyes stung from lack of sleep, my body exhausted, yet I couldn’t stop. Each refresh brought a mix of hope and dread. Maybe he’d post something about the night. Maybe he’d say something, anything that reminded me tha

Chapter Twenty

SageI trudged back to the house, the cold morning air clinging to me like a second skin. My legs were still sore from the run, my chest still tight from the adrenaline and the heat of frustration I felt with Andre. The last few minutes on the street had been a mixture of exhaustion and humiliation. I had dared to match him stride for stride, to compete with him, and yet he’d seemed completely unfazed, almost amused, his calm confidence like a blade sliding through my defenses.The moment I stepped inside, I realized the morning had moved on without me. Voices echoed from the dining room laughter, clinking cutlery, the low hum of casual conversation. My chest clenched instinctively.I took a deep breath, trying to steel myself as I walked toward the smell of breakfast. My steps slowed as I reached the doorway. The scene inside stole the air from my lungs. Ella.She was sitting at the table like she owned the room, wearing one of Andre’s oversized t-shirts. The sleeves hung loosely o

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