Betsy “Wait, Betsy, is this really what you want to wear?” Javier asked, his eyes scanning me up and down. “Baby, I do love you, but this is not the right dress for tonight.” I didn’t listen to a word of it. I knew exactly why I’d chosen something simple and low-key. “Then it’s safe for me to just stay home,” I said flatly. He smiled, not buying it for a second. “I see what you’re trying to do, but it’s not going to work. Come on, let’s go.” I sighed and followed him anyway.We arrived at the nightclub, and it was exactly what I’d expected: couples making out right near the entrance, pulsing lights, the whole scene. We quickly spotted some of the group and waved back as we walked over to join them. Well… I was definitely the odd one out. “Seriously, Bet, moi—you could’ve at least put in some effort,” Chantel said, her French accent thick with teasing disappointment. I just smiled. “I didn’t even plan on coming, so… sorry about that.” We all headed toward the line to
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