THE ART OF FALLING
Her pulse hammered at her ribs like it wanted to escape.
“You’re glowing, babe,” Trisha’s voice whispered beside her suddenly.
Nora jumped. “I am not.”
“You are,” Trisha insisted, sipping from her own cup. “And guess what? They’re about to start ‘Truth or Dare: Savage Edition.’ You have to play.”
Nora raised a brow. “Absolutely not.”
Trisha smirked like she had already won. “Oh, come on. You already got noticed. Might as well enjoy the attention.”
Before Nora could protest, someone shouted from across the room: