Reborn with My Bestie
"He went pale as death. What a pity Robbie slipped away too quickly. Otherwise, I'd have mocked him right alongside Ned."
Rachel, rummaging through her trunk for something she wanted to give me, rolled her eyes.
"Mistaking your savior—that's the oldest, most cliché plot ever. Don't you dare tell them the truth, or they'll probably start some kind of twisted gratitude romance."
Thanks to memories of our past life in an era with the internet, the two of us had a far more modern outlook than the times around us.
Wasn't this the suspension bridge effect? Their fear-induced accelerated heartbeat ultimately morphed into blind devotion toward Scarlett.