Betrayal by love
"Hey, ladies, behave yourselves. Be women of class, will you?"
Zoey rolled her eyes dramatically. "Alright, alright. Let's go."
The three laughed as they made their way to the door, the party's energy following them like a warm glow.
Nate stood before the mirror, adjusting his black, cleaved shirt and pants. He ran a hand through his perfectly styled hair and turned to Kim.
"Kim, how do I look? Does my dress fit perfectly?" he asked confidently.
"I'm straight, Nate. Don't ask me these silly questions."