“Haha,” Ivy Collins laughed, her eyes welling up with tears.

Luna Brown heard Ivy’s laughter and looked at her while wiping her own tears.

But what she saw was Ivy looking at her as if she were some repulsive insect, her tone dripping with disbelief. “Do you really think we could still be friends?”

Luna’s tears threatened to fall again. “I’ll do anything you want, just don’t cut me off.”

“What, so I can let you waltz ...