A Girl Can Only Dream
the dark haired girl said.
Before I could respond, the guy who'd been trailing behind the women stepped forward. He was tall, with messy brown hair and a familiar, almost cocky smile. My stomach did a little flip.
"Look who it is," he said, his voice smooth like he hadn't aged a day since high school. "Lisa Moon. I thought you were some kind of myth."
I froze.
Jonah. My ex. The one who broke my heart right before senior year ended.
"Well, well," he said, his lips quirking into that too casual grin. "You look amazing, stunning even."
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