Sharing My Best Friend’s Brother
My choices, my voice, my day.
Sara settles the tiara on my head, completing the whole princess look—though everyone in this room knows I'm more likely to rule a kingdom with a loaded gun than a glass slipper.
The room goes quiet for a beat, like they're all taking me in at once. Then Ashley lets out a low whistle, sharp enough to make heat crawl up my neck.
"Okay, that's it," she declares, raising her glass. "Fairy-tale bitch unlocked."
Chelsea claps, practically bouncing in her seat. "I swear to God, King, Niko, and Mason are going to lose their fucking minds when they see you like this."