She glanced at her phone, the screen taunting her with its emptiness. “Sorry, I had to curate a look,” she said breezily. She knew this was just the beginning. “Look, Amanda,” she began, her voice measured. “At least for now.”
With a final wave, Ava slowly pulled away from the driveway. She knew she had to sell it. “So, you know how I said I was into fitness?” Ava began, her voice taking on a conspiratorial tone as she leaned in slightly. The message was short, but it hit like a punch to the gut. Her hair was styled in loose waves that fell around her shoulders. As if she hadn’t just sold a piece of her soul for their relationship not to end. Emerson grabbed Timmy Wilson by the arm. Sommer knew that Amanda would be home soon, and she had to act normal. Jake sat quietly, watching the headlights trace lines on the pavement as Ava listened. Now all that remained was to see what kind of party this would really turn out to be. Her dark hair was tied back in a sleek high ponytail, and she held a Starbucks cup like it was a fashion accessory. My tongue,” she murmured, her voice thick with loathing.
