Behind The Mask
We moved together effortlessly, the room spinning around us, though it felt like no one else existed.
When it ended, I returned to the villa with Tessa and Nico, exhaustion clinging to us. Tessa, of course, was already buried in her phone, scrolling furiously.
“First trending topic: Mr. Everhart’s birthday,” she announced, eyes wide. “Second: Aria Everhart’s gown and shoes.”
I chuckled softly at that, already imagining the endless ratings, critiques, and edits flooding the internet. Some praising, some dissecting, but all eyes on me. Exactly as Nico intended.