My toyboy is Alpha King
The champagne bubbles continued to dance in my glass, a reminder of the effervescent tension building within me.
Stella's voice pierced the air, a commanding tone that demanded obedience. “Evelyn, bring me a glass of champagne!”
I rose from my seat, the sudden movement drawing attention. Luna Naomi's words echoed in my mind. “Please, Evelyn, try to get along with Stella today. Let's present a united front.”
I retrieved a glass of champagne, its effervescent bubbles seeming to mock me as I walked toward Stella. Her clique of friends parted, revealing Stella's smug smile.
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