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CHAPTER 41 - In A Room Together Calla’s POV Dinner was a halting, awkward, and strangely beautiful mess. Jade, to her credit, didn't try too hard. She told loud, slightly embarrassing stories from our shared past that made me laugh until my sides hurt—stories about disastrous dates, about scraping together change for frozen pizza, about the time we tried to dye my hair blue and turned the bathroom sink into a crime scene.

JASMINE POV. There have only been two moments in my life where I felt utterly humiliated like I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole. The first was years ago, on a rainy night when I had just left a business dinner. I was wearing a white gown, elegant, expensive, and stupidly thin. The rain started suddenly, and I didn’t have an umbrella. I rushed through the storm and into the hotel lobby, drenched from head to toe. People stared, but I didn’t realize why until I caught my reflection in the mirror. The wet fabric had turned completely see-through. You could see everything: my bra, my panties, the exact shape of my body. I barely slept that night. I checked out first thing in th

Her mother asked, squinting her eyes as she stared into the distance her head tilted towards her daughter, a sinister smile playing at the edge of her thin lips. "Please don't say it out loud. Just stop." June's voice begged her mother but she knew that cruel smile on her mother's face held no promise. "You ended up messing up your first drawing and homework paper and your father had to beg Jeremy's parents for a hug for you because he thought you were being terrifying." Her mother finished. June can only cover her face with her bare hands as nearby people and passers by turned their heads at them. Sometimes she wondered why people mostly remember embarrassing moments rather than just norma

“It wasn’t the worst thing to imagine.” I groan again, shaking my head erratically underneath the pillow. I’m going to blast every single one of Emma’s embarrassing stories all over the internet. Even better, I’m going to paint a very detailed picture of the time she threw up all over the nice couple in front of us in Cabo. We’d all been entirely too hungover to go on an excursion, but we rallied and went anyway. At least, we attempted to rally. Emma ended up blowing chunks all over the twelve-passenger van—and its passengers—fifteen minutes into the ride. I’m dreaming up all the other embarrassing stories I have on Emma to get back at her when I feel two warm hands over the top of mine. It

Just looking at what he held reminded me of the foreign sensation between my legs from the previous night. I touched my collarbone without thinking and was about to move down when he sent another message. "Don't touch yourself." I grew even more restless, but reminding myself that this was part of the treatment, I forced myself to endure it. Even though the fabric was chiffon, I couldn't stop feeling self-conscious about my breasts. Whenever I bent over slightly or sat down in public, I felt as if everyone was staring at me. At noon, Vincent sent a message. "Take off your underwear and send me a photo."

As if he doesn’t have every woman in the room casually sneaking glances at him. When his knee brushes mine under the table, it feels like my entire skeleton glitches. “So,” I say, desperate for something to fill the silence. “Tell me something embarrassing.” His brow lifts. “Why?” “Because I need to feel better about existing in a world where I once mistook dry shampoo for deodorant.” He snorts. “Fine. I will give you an embarrassing memory.” “You have those?” “Of course. I once farted on stage during a Shakespeare play. Live audience. Full cast. Mics on.”

I thanked her softly and walked out of the office. As soon as I returned to my desk, my phone chimed. I picked it up and saw that Anna had posted on her social feed. The photo showed Benedict lying on a bed, his sleeping face peaceful and serene. The caption read: [Drank too much last night. Luckily, I had someone to look out for me. He was thanked generously, of course, wink wink.] Afraid I might miss it, she even tagged me. This was not the first time Anna had done this.

The way Cassio was looking at me like I was his next meal doesn't help matters. My stomach betrayed me, perhaps because it heard me talking about a meal in my mind, it decided to pick that moment to grumble. Loudly. The sound echoed in the quiet room. I covered my face with both hands, mortified. “This is so embarrassing,” I muttered behind my palms. Last night. This morning. Everything. One embarrassing moment after another. I had lost count. For a second, there was silence. Then a low chuckle. I peeked through my fingers.

Eudora said quietly, but she was deeply sad. “Why should I stay calm, Eudora? Do you know how embarrassing this is?” I asked her, my voice almost reaching the roof in anger. I wasn’t angry with Eudora and she knew this. I was furious at myself for everything that just continued to happen to me. It felt like I just kept going from one embarrassing situation to the next without a way to stop. “They literally spoke about it to my hearing because they know, and even when I tried to get away from it, they ensured that I saw the picture,” I explained as the tears fell.

The room was filled with an infectious energy, a blend of friendship, humor, and the thrill of discovering life’s unpredictable beauty. As the night wore on, our conversation grew more relaxed and playful. We swapped stories of our most embarrassing moments, each tale wilder than the last. I recounted the time I had accidentally walked into the wrong classroom and sat through an entire lecture before realizing my mistake. Favour shared a hilarious anecdote about a disastrously overcooked dinner in her first shared apartment, and Gift boasted about her uncanny ability to misplace her phone even when it was in her hand.