The Beta's Salvation
Watching them now, I felt a flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, the night could still be salvaged.
"We always did like a good party," I mused to Evie, who was still silently sulking inside me. Her hurt mirrored my own—deep and raw. We had both hoped, foolishly, that Z would defy the odds, that our story could somehow have that fairy tale ending. But his agreement to ignore me, to cut me out, had shattered that fragile dream.
"You think it's a good idea?" she whispered, half to herself, half to me.
"Why not?" I replied, a hint of daring creeping into my voice. "Sitting here moping isn't going to change anything. Besides, maybe it's time we remind everyone who we really are.”
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